She-Bang, She-Bang

So, in my previous post, Closer Than My Skin, I said I thought that the beauty of worship is not to be found in the quality of the music, but in the greatness of our God. However, after I went to worship at a friend's church, I'm starting to think it has at least a little to do with the music.

Now, I don't think I have the greatest voice by any means, but imagine standing next to a honking goose as you try and worship. It's a little more difficult to focus in on God when the person next to you is inventing pitches. And I just have to ask - why do the worst singers always seem to sing the loudest? I love them for their unabashed passion and I have no doubts God and the angels think their exuberant wailing is a "joyful noise unto the Lord", but what about the rest of us? When singing is so atrocious it makes everyone stare and even the worship leader has to stifle a giggle behind his guitar, is it still possible to truly worship in that moment?

I feel like the answer should be yes, but personally I'm not there yet.