“Can you
turn the music on, Mama?” Is my 6-year old Dylan’s usual last sentence of the
night, pretty much every night…well, not counting, “can I have chocolate milk?”
which is his relentless pitch.-if you know Dylan, you know about his love for
that beverage and also his sense of “perseverance.”
At any rate,
my boys, 6 and 10, share a room and also a love for music which carries out all
the way down to their sleeping habits. They
usually fall asleep to the melodies of praise music or some classical tunes and
lullabies. I share that same love for
music. Though I can’t play any instrument much less carry a tune, music is a
very important part of my life and Christian walk. I am convinced that the Lord has used music
to reach me in ways nothing else could.
Praise and
worship music are part of my daily encounters with the Lord and I am so very
thankful for Christian radio stations which help me come into His presence
regardless of place. I believe that the
Lord rejoices in our musical acts of worship and that He is blessed as the
notes ascend to heaven from earth,-even if clumsily performed by the musically
challenged like me-. Who knows, He might
even tap His Holy Feet at the beat of Toby Mac and smile at Mandisa’s “Good
Morning” song at the dawn of each new day?! However, I rarely, or never rather, have thought about the possibility
of the Lord Himself, singing.
“He will take
great delight in you;
in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
but will rejoice over you with singing.”
I cannot
fathom the image of The Lord our God, the Creator of the Universe, The Most
High, singing…it is such a great picture, audio/visual rather, that I can’t
help but dwelling in it. Can you
imagine? I have no words. What could He possibly sound like? Can you
imagine? What a privilege to hear the
LORD our God singing. Should I someday
be so blessed to join in such heavenly chorus?
I certainly cannot imagine.
There are
recorded instances in the Bible of Jesus singing while walking on Earth. We see it in Mark 14: 26 when, after He and
his beloved disciples had finished the Last Supper, “they had sung a hymn,
[and] they went out to the Mount of Olives.”
The One and Only Christ, singing…
Scholars say that they probably sang psalms
at this occasion. Psalm 118 was one of
the songs they probably sang that fateful night. I encourage
you to stop by Psalm 118 sometime today and read it carefully. As you read it, imagine Jesus himself singing
it. The God in the Flesh, the Physical
God who came down to be the perfect sacrificial lamb, tortured and killed for
our transgressions so we could be acceptable to appear in the presence of The
Father in heaven…singing these words. It
will move you and give you a divinely inspired perspective that will hopefully
remain with you until you see Him singing in person as He takes great delight
in you.
I pray my
sons’ love for music carries through their entire lives, and that it becomes as
transforming for them as it has been for me.
I pray that someday they may be in the midst of a heavenly concert and
get a chance to hear the tunes out of the mouth of Our Great God.
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