Rob's message for March
Which are your favourite songs? This morning I was thinking again about Desert Island Discs, and specifically about the famous opera singer who chose seven recordings of herself singing, out of the eight she was allowed. In fact, the eighth piece of music was from a recording of an opera that she was in as well; she just didn’t happen to be singing on that one.
Most of us wouldn’t only choose songs like this, I hope. Perhaps we might choose someone else singing? What would our favourite songs say about us, and the things we find important?
A favourite song of mine (which you can listen to at the bottom) begins
The sun comes up, there’s a new day dawning
It’s time to sing your song again
One of the reasons I am particularly thinking of this song as I write is that we have just had a glorious, sunny week, and it feels like spring is on the way. Of course by the time you read this, we will be a year on from when we were in the vicelike grip of the Beast from the East, so I shouldn’t be hasty. But the sun coming up prompts me to be thankful to God for the gift of every new day. Every day is worth singing about.
And every day is worth singing God’s song about, too. There are days when we really feel like singing, and others when we just don’t. Maybe we just got out of the wrong side of bed this morning, but perhaps life is really, really difficult for all sorts of reasons. The song recognises this, because it continues
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me
Let me be singing when the evening comes
We all have things happen to us which we might not want, and none of us knows, at least for this life, what the future holds. But because of everything that God has done for us, the singing is to continue all the same. In fact, it is to continue even in the toughest times of life:
And on that day when my strength is failing
The end draws near and my time has come
We are always called to sing God’s song. I am so convinced about this, and I like this song so much, that I have attempted to learn it on the piano, which I can’t really play at all. It doesn’t sound all that great, and certainly not the equal of the Grammy-winning original. Yes, it won a Grammy! It also doesn’t match a world-famous opera singer. But when I do it, because I’m not brilliant, I am not delighting in the sound of my own voice. I am singing God’s song.
A couple of years ago now, I was watching BBC News and they were talking about a student who was having one of these wide awake brain operations that you may have seen on the TV. In fact, I am sure I have met someone around the villages who has had one themselves. The medics needed to get the patient to sing to test what they were doing to his brain. And I watched, captivated, as his croaky voice broke into the chorus of this same song:
Bless the Lord, o my Soul, o my Soul,
Worship His holy Name
Sing like never before, o my Soul,
I’ll worship his holy Name
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before us, we can always sing God’s song.
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