I am musically bilingual, able to worship through almost any type. But certain high and holy music becomes a deliberate act, done alone, no one watching. No one to see but God. I sit in the middle of the musical maelstrom, caught up, whirled around, shaken and wrung, emptied of self and filled with the glory of God that bursts through a temporary rip in the fabric of the universe.What is your musical language? Do you speak hymns, praise songs, classical, rock, or maybe “elevator music?”
I don’t do this often. Such moments of pure worship cannot be borne easily. They are costly, as many of the prophets well knew. In Daniel’s encounter with a heavenly being, he says, “I was left alone, gazing at this great vision; I had no strength left, my face turned deathly pale and I was helpless.” (Daniel 10:8) After at least one of his visions, he lay exhausted and ill for several days. (8:27)
Prophets in general were prickly—not the sort you’d invite to afternoon tea. But when you consider their occupational hazards—Moses’ thunderbolts atop Mt. Sinai, Ezekiel’s UFOs, Isaiah’s burning coals—we can understand their lack of patience for small stuff. Standing as they did at the interface of heaven and earth, such details as a change in the order of worship or too-loud drums wouldn’t have mattered at all.
Worship music is different for different people. People who love contemporary praise songs might hold their ears against classical music, whereas classicals might be bored by the simpler chord structure of praise songs.
I believe that the higher we reach both spiritually and musically, the closer we get to heaven’s musical interface. God spoke music into the world; music continues to speak his word.
God’s musical language penetrates every fiber and bone of my body. It is physical. It is emotional. It is spiritual. It knows me. It finds my weaknesses. It cannot remove weaknesses; only the blood of Jesus can do that. It can only touch sore points and bring me to tears. It gathers all human sorrows and joys from every land and every time and cries out, “Lord God, King of heaven, thou that takest away the sins of the world, have mercy upon us.”
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