I have a sin to confess to the world: I have been offering strange fire to the Lord. I don’t look like a guilty party. I look the very epitome of holiness in the world of church music:

I get lost in worship every single week. Sometimes I have to put down my instrument so I can raise my hands and cry (Tears on a viola are best avoided).
I am at rehearsal on time, every week. Other than about three weekends per year when I travel and an occasional sickness, I haven’t missed a rehearsal in ...