sung.with.its.strongest.hallelujah
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Looks like spring is nearly here. I got to thinking today, how do I measure up against the created order? Knowing my foibles, vices, and imperfections, how do I compete with the beauty of a perfect sunset, an effulgent starry night, the colours of a water lily? It seems each has a way of effortlessly and consistently singing with its strongest hallelujah.
Predictably, it’s not a new problem, to borrow from Ravi Zacharias - “All new news is old news happening to new people.” David, the ancient poet-king had the same problem it seems. In the Hebrew Psalms he writes,
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
Our lives are all songs it seems - potentailly as beautiful as the lillies, but unaware of how to sound.
Well, God, I got to hand it to ya
Life’s a song,
when sung with hallelujah .
-[v]s
Picture by Kriket on flickr , CC
