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Perhaps you are wondering about the origins of this blogs moniker, “The Church Organist Daughter”. I am not really sure that I can give a succinct answer. This is what I do know: I have church issues—I do not have God issues—just church issues. I am by no means condemning the church—I simply do not understand the church. It confuses me. It confuses me ABOUT me…

What else do I know?—

My mom was the church organist, my dad served as a deacon, my little sister could sing and I could…well, I could… Well, I occupied a pew. To be specific, a pew located two-thirds of the way up from the back row on the left hand side. Always the same pew. Always the same questions: “Who am I?" "What am I?" "What am I doing here?"

I decided at an early age that I had no spiritual gifts what-so-ever that were of any value to man or God. And to be completely honest with you—this really made me mad. What was God thinking? Why did He skip me? What am I suppose to do?—Just sit here and listen? And that is what I did—I listened—and I made a lot of crazy decisions about who I thought I was in comparison to a distant, impersonal God that was steeped in strict, conservative tradition.

For some reason while growing up, I felt it necessary to define who I was to the church. Being SOMEBODY was so important. I was sure that some celestial bean counter was there each Sunday morning taking attendance. And it went something like this, “Well there is Melbourne the Elder, Peter the Pastor’s kid, Mary the pianist, Simon the Catechism teacher, Caryn the singer, JoAnne the organist, Marge the Calvinette leader, Tammy the smartest Sunday School student and oh, oh my, … there is Annette, the..the… ?   Security! Dispense with this vagabond to the street!”

So in my quest for personal significance in relation to a Holy God, I decided that I would settle for status or merit by association. JACKPOT! I was the church organist daughter! My career as a legit, credible Christian could commence! And it did…at least it did until I went and lost my credibility…

And that brings me here, to this blog—a place where an addicted, unpredictable, untrustworthy, disreputable church organist daughter can tell her story… and hopefully reflect HIS story.  Annette--The CoD

Listen to one of my favorite hymns

Did you hear about the man who went streaking through the church?

They caught him by the organ...

I love that joke!