Post by Mark on Oct 11, 2008 5:17:40 GMT -8
Music is a very important part of our worship- for some more significant than others. Many see it as a means of clearing our minds from the distractions so that the worship actually has an opportunity to begin. For some it is the purest form of worship, transcending the elements that make it what it is. Most of us really don't give it much thought: it's just what we do as part of our religious experience.
There's something about music, a song that sticks to us like nothing else can, when everything else falls apart. Having been in the Marine Corps, it's frankly embarrassing, some of the jingles I sometimes find myself humming to myself when no one else is around. It is absolutely profound what generational affect that music plays in our lives: the songs that my father would sing to himself as we worked together when I was a child are songs that I find myself repeating in the presence of my boys.
The Song that Moses sang for the children of Israel is a promise of hope when, by every assurance, all hope will inevitably otherwise fail. Most dramatically, it is Yeshurun, the righteous ones, who will grow fat and kick, forsaking the God who created him and dishonoring the solid rock of his Yeshua, his salvation.
Today, my heart is filled with great things and my mind is full Scripture and songs and hymns and spiritual songs that I enjoy and pursue with all my effort. And yet, the kotex song that I once marched to, still finds its way, somehow, from the deepest crevices of my consciousness, to linger softly on my lips. It is a little hisconcerting to think that one day I might find one of my little ones repeating it in full regal display because I had not realized it was there while she was. Kids have this way of doing that, you know.
So, it is not unbelievable, nor irrelevant that Adonai, who understands the intricacies and functions of our minds would choose a song as His last defense, to draw men back to Himself, when all hope has been lost.
Throughout the book of Judges we are taught that "all men did that which was right in their own eyes." Who was it, I wonder, who still remembered the song and who found its words to pierce into their very being and change their lives to choose what is right and good? What was it that made the words of
ring true to the ears of Josiah when it was read to him for the very first time after so many years of silence and ignorance?
The message for me this morning is that when all hope is lost, all hope is not lost. It is seeded in the deepest crevices of children who don't even know it is there. It is a song of righteousness, betrayal, hope and repentance... and it is ours. It is for us and to us and promises that though we are inclined to go our own ways and fill ourselves with the fat and idolatry of the world, His song is still in there, and will whisper to us His call of love and reconcilliation, though we have doen everything we possibly could think of to bury it forever.
Music is like that. Adonai is like that. We will praise Him forever.
There's something about music, a song that sticks to us like nothing else can, when everything else falls apart. Having been in the Marine Corps, it's frankly embarrassing, some of the jingles I sometimes find myself humming to myself when no one else is around. It is absolutely profound what generational affect that music plays in our lives: the songs that my father would sing to himself as we worked together when I was a child are songs that I find myself repeating in the presence of my boys.
The Song that Moses sang for the children of Israel is a promise of hope when, by every assurance, all hope will inevitably otherwise fail. Most dramatically, it is Yeshurun, the righteous ones, who will grow fat and kick, forsaking the God who created him and dishonoring the solid rock of his Yeshua, his salvation.
Today, my heart is filled with great things and my mind is full Scripture and songs and hymns and spiritual songs that I enjoy and pursue with all my effort. And yet, the kotex song that I once marched to, still finds its way, somehow, from the deepest crevices of my consciousness, to linger softly on my lips. It is a little hisconcerting to think that one day I might find one of my little ones repeating it in full regal display because I had not realized it was there while she was. Kids have this way of doing that, you know.
So, it is not unbelievable, nor irrelevant that Adonai, who understands the intricacies and functions of our minds would choose a song as His last defense, to draw men back to Himself, when all hope has been lost.
Throughout the book of Judges we are taught that "all men did that which was right in their own eyes." Who was it, I wonder, who still remembered the song and who found its words to pierce into their very being and change their lives to choose what is right and good? What was it that made the words of
ring true to the ears of Josiah when it was read to him for the very first time after so many years of silence and ignorance? The message for me this morning is that when all hope is lost, all hope is not lost. It is seeded in the deepest crevices of children who don't even know it is there. It is a song of righteousness, betrayal, hope and repentance... and it is ours. It is for us and to us and promises that though we are inclined to go our own ways and fill ourselves with the fat and idolatry of the world, His song is still in there, and will whisper to us His call of love and reconcilliation, though we have doen everything we possibly could think of to bury it forever.
Music is like that. Adonai is like that. We will praise Him forever.
