Sunday, March 30, 2008
A Feathered Praise Choir
I don't go for my walk with noise being pumped into my ears any more. I used to listen to talk radio or a praise tape, but I am trying to practice being quiet these days (at least for some portion of the day). It is a good thing, this quiet. It gives the Lord a chance to get a word in edge-wise.
There is another benefit to walking without artificial noise. All the while I have been absorbed in listening to other things there has been a praise choir singing, and I haven't heard it until now. It isn't a perfect song, in fact it's comprised of lots of different melodies and rhythms. But it is beautiful. Sometimes I can't even see the "singers". I just hear them - a variety of little birds singing their hearts out.
Other animals make noise with purpose - a dog barking in alarm, a cat meowing for dinner - but it seems to me that the birds are singing just for the sheer joy of it. It may be a beautiful sunny day or a day like today - muggy and overcast - and still they sing. I wonder if it they know a little secret.
Some time ago I was faced with a very difficult circumstance. I was so overwhelmed I didn't even know how to pray. I opened my Bible to the place where I had left off, asking the Lord to show me how to pray in this situation, and verse after verse talked of praising the Lord. With a heavy heart I began, and in time I felt that peace that passes understanding filling my soul.
Praise - singing to the Creator for the sheer joy of it. How it ministers to the heart and blesses the heart of the One who loves us so very much.
"Shout joyfully to God, all the earth; Sing the glory of His name; make His praise glorious. Say to God, 'How awesome are Thy works!...' All the earth will worshp Thee and will sing praises to Thy name." Psalm 66: 1-4