March 14

Day 275: God the Songwriter

In spite of what seemed like endless digital reminders, I forgot to set our clocks last night. I woke this morning, and realized I've lost an hour.

But it is Sunday. And Sunday it shall be. While at our house we've devoted a lot more time to talking through logistics for the following Sunday, today is still Sunday in its own right.

The Zoom thing has been our Sunday thing for entirely too long now. But, we've found a sort of rhythm to it. And I seem to dominate the talking. But I will admit, here now months later; the weirdest thing about Sundays is...singing.

Aside from Anna, or Luke, or Tim, or Diana, or Kyle and Rachel, who lead us, the rest of us turn our mic's off. And it feels like I'm singing a duet with the worship leader. A duet only God can hear.

Singing is a curious thing. God has given mankind the capacity to sing (to varying degrees of success.) It's the one instrument we have that doesn't take up any room in the house.

Every culture the world has ever known has had songs and singing. Songs of lament fit into the same repertoire as songs of celebration and songs of praise.

We are all created to be beings who sing. And there are times when a song is a better communicator than spoken words. I'll bet we can all remember song lyrics from our own adolescence.

So we gather on a Sunday once again. Missing that extra hour of sleep. Maybe forgoing the shower until later. Maybe waiting to figure out how to reset the time on the microwave.

We gather to see each other's faces. We gather to pray, and hear God's truth from God's Word. And we gather to sing.

Sundays are a worship service. And a practice session. We rehearse our imperfect songs of praise with our imperfect voices. For that day.

When we will sing the ultimate song of songs. A song written by God Himself. A song that one million years into eternity will be as beautiful and new as the moment the first note was sung.

The lyrics to this song of songs are already in our Bibles, waiting for us to sing:

"Worthy is the Lamb who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing...to Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!" (Rev. 5:12-13)

We've been created to sing. Created to ultimately sing the song of songs to the One who alone is worthy. Our God the songwriter.