then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature. (Genesis 2:7 ESV)
In the silence while everyone was out today, I picked up my neglected flute and played ‘Amazing Grace‘. As I exhaled the breath given me by God, it hit the silver lip, splitting into octaves, tones and semitones. Music woven back into worship to Him who gave me breath. He breathed life into me, I breathed out worship. In a rare moment I lived as I should be.
You don’t need a flute to do this, voices work just fine (Acts 16:25).
But would I use my voice to worship if suffering and treated shamefully? (1 Thessalonians 2:2) In my heart I already know the answer, I’d like to think it were not this one but history and knowledge of myself tells me – no, I would grumble and complain, my voice would not be praising God from prison.
Paul, the worshiper, commands:
Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice. (Philippians 4:4 ESV)
I don’t know how to do this. I’m not even sure how to learn how to do this. How will I praise God when suffering unless I can learn this?