The whole earth is at rest and quiet; they break forth into singing. – Isaiah 14:7
Today is Saturday, for those who are much like me, and have found every day just simply runs together. Today is a day for rest, even if we have been doing that all week, a time to put on some music and just enjoy that we are living. Today’s encouragement comes from our church musician, reminding us of the joy of singing.
I have thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated your daily emails with thoughts to keep my spirits buoyed and reminders to stay focused on the strength of God in trying times. I believe this is a wonderfully insightful way to keep our church family unified in spirit, if we can't be unified in body.
You referenced the Doxology [earlier], and I was (slightly) disappointed that I had figured out that it lasted twenty seconds myself! ( I must be slipping!) But it reminded me of all the singing I have done, aloud and in my head, over the past couple of weeks. How hymns and contemporary songs that fit the moment have come to mind and I find myself humming along.
I know that people in the congregation know that music is important to me, but in reality, it's much more than that. Music has pervaded my life. It is a necessity. As a young kid (and I mean 1st and 2nd grade young), I tried all the sports available to me, and I was terrible at all of them. I quit every one of them. One day, though, my parents took us to hear a piano concert at a local church. I don't even remember who the pianist was, but I was awe-struck. On the way back home, I told my parents that I wanted to play the piano. I'm pretty sure I could hear their eyes rolling up there in the front seat of the car. They talked about it, and then came and talked to me; they were willing to find me a teacher and get a piano, but if I started this, they wouldn't allow me to just quit. They asked me to think about it; when I returned with an answer, I said, "I want to do take lessons." They were true to their word, and they held me to my word! Fortunately for all of us, it was the thing that God had gifted me with ability. I had found my niche.
Today, my mom is lying in a hospital bed at their house, waiting for God's ultimate healing. The dementia has robbed us of her wonderful, loving spirit and beautiful singing. Many days we get very little response from her. Often, however, when we play music on the computer in the room and start to sing along with the voices of the choir, we see her lips moving. Occasionally, I'll even hear the alto line of the hymn coming from her voice.
Music is my life. And right now life is really topsy-turvy, and I lean on it heavily. That's why the Doxology reference was so helpful to me. I connected with that.
It made me think of the singing references in the Psalms, which of course are songs in themselves. Psalm 100:2 comes to mind: "Worship the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs." However, I think Psalm 126 may say more about how I feel, confined and cooped up with this pandemic.
1 When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion,
we were like those who dreamed.
2 Our mouths were filled with laughter,
our tongues with songs of joy.
Then it was said among the nations,
“The Lord has done great things for them.”
3 The Lord has done great things for us,
and we are filled with joy.
4 Restore our fortunes, Lord,
like streams in the Negev.
5 Those who sow with tears
will reap with songs of joy.
6 Those who go out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with them.
We are called to carry on; to continue to sow the seeds, even in weeping. But we know our reward will be music: rejoicing and songs of joy. I'm singing them now just in anticipation! – Edward Pierce
I hope you can find your song to sing today, and join us in singing and worshiping tomorrow.
Grace & Peace,
Pastor Sam
