Church music passed over my ears like a long, boring recital when I was a kid. Can we move this along, I thought—I’ve got dolls to dress and frogs to catch.
We’ll never bridle the power of true praise grabbing hold the broken soul.
I’m ashamed to admit it—I’ve thought the singers less imperative than the preachers. Like appetizers at dinner—Can we just get to the meat of the meal? My goodness! Have I read the Psalms? Sorry, but this is just taking hold this morning as the Holy Spirit is clearing my mind with Nehemiah.
The songs of sincere praise have power to save. “For God had made them rejoice with great joy. And the joy of Jerusalem was heard far away.” (vs 43)
There’s nothin further from joy than a lost soul. And the Giver uses every good thing for softening hearts and bringing people home. How many times has a song to God brought a sinner face down? I know of at least one—my husband!
“Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing. Then they said among the nations, ‘The Lord hath done great things for them.'” (Psalm 126:2)
“When I am weak then I am strong, Grace is my shield and Christ my song.” –Charles Spurgeon