When God created everything, I'm sure it was violent. Mountains bursting through the ground, water pouring to low valleys, wind blowing, stars colliding, suns flaming, and planets rumbling. I'm sure when Jesus was born, it wasn't pretty. I'm sure it was exactly like any other birth without the gift of medicine or anesthetics! When Jesus was killed, it was ugly. Blood, sweat, screaming, pain, suffering, agony, and abandonment.
Worship services at many churches these days are LOUD and full of high octane energy. Christian music (like the Friday Night Frenzy) is hard, rough, and loud.
But, I have discovered that sometimes God is gentle and sweet. Sometimes He speaks not in a triumphant voice, but in a gentle reminder of His goodness, and His unmatched love. Sometimes, He whispers, and it's up to me to SHUT MY MOUTH AND JUST LISTEN.
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1 comment:
The loudness of Christian music can take many forms. J.S. Bach, when played on a proper organ, is one of the loudest, strongest and most powerful kinds of music I know. Yet there is much to be said for listening for the "still small voice of God" as well.
-Prof R
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