Ryanne Molinari

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NaNoWriMo Problem #4

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“Look at how many words I’ve written! Oh wait…those are pins…How did I get on Pinterest?”

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Ryanne Molinari (MLitt, University of St. Andrew’s) is a pianist/organist, pastor’s wife, and lover of words. She is the author of Spirit-Filled Singing: Bearing Fruit as We Worship Together, and her writing has been published in journals such as the Journal of the T. S. Eliot Society (UK). Connect with Ryanne by subscribing to her blog or following her on Instagram.

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Arrangement by David Lasky A blessed Holy Week to you all. My prayers are especially with those of you tasked with leading God’s people in praise. What’re you looking forward to playing or singing this Sunday? Some lyrics I wrote last year- I figured they fit the current liturgical season! Would you be interested in hearing them set to music? I’m not the best solo singer but I could give it a shot. 🙌🏻 Are you team “Hosanna, Loud Hosanna” or “All Glory, Laud, and Honor”? Or…are you team “Ryanne’s haunted mashup” 😬😂 “Because music engages our affections, it can be painful when we don’t love our church’s music. But we’re all called to sing and to lift our voices in wholehearted worship, regardless of the style. Assuming the lyrics are biblical, when we don’t immediately or constantly like our church’s music, we need to commit to participation, preparation, and perseverance. In doing so, we can go beyond musical style to more deeply grasp the heart of worship.“ Snapshots from my first Sunday back after maternity leave. Any guesses why I have a giant “NO” sticky over the Gloria? 😂 Do you know this beautiful hymn? Respond using the poll or comment “hymn help” for the answer! When my son was born, one of his eyes was squished shut while the other was wide open. Mere seconds old, he lifted his head and valiantly sought to take in his new and, I imagine, startling surroundings. He squinted at my face, his lower lip quivering with the effort. Wide-eyed behind my glasses, I stared back, utterly transfixed.

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