I’m a bit slow. It takes me awhile to catch on to things that should seem obvious. For example, consider this line from Exodus:
The Lord is my strength and my song,
and he has become my salvation; (Exodus 15:2a)
I’ve heard that line many times without thinking about it much. That is, until I came upon it, reading through Exodus this morning.. I began to see that, what had been for me a somewhat stale cliche of churchy songs, was for those folks a mighty fist-pump! They had just escaped the mightiest army on earth with an amazing demonstration of God’s power. They were so excited, they just had to sing. Because God had revealed His power to them, and because His strength had become their strength, they had to express it somehow. They had to sing. They had to dance around and whoop and holler. About God. He had become their song.
Maybe you are thinking, “Yeah, of course, so…?” Or, “Duh…” But that idea began to hold new meaning for me, Mr. Slow, this morning. I’d sung that line so many times without any thought, without any excitement. And yet, this morning, when I began to think through an actual list of how God has been strong for me, how His power has been evident in the circumstances of my life and of how He has become my strength and salvation, then I began to want to sing about it.
On that list was a time I had impulsively picked up a hitchhiker on the way to Cheyenne. Without boring you with the details, as I dropped him off that day, I knew,in the pit of my soul, he had just delivered a personal message to me from God. He had been a messenger, what the Bible calls an “angel.” Alone in the car that day, I burst into loud and raucous song. I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t sit on it. I didn’t have words for my song but it didn’t matter. I just had to express my wonder and excitement. Because God had showed me He would be my strength, He just had to become my song.
What’s your list? Take a moment to add it up. If you’re having trouble, ask God to show you. Kind of like that “Footprints” thing. About 150 years ago, someone, whose name has been lost, must have been doing that as he wrote these words:
No storm can shake my inmost calm
- While to that refuge clinging;
Since Christ is Lord of heaven and earth,
- How can I keep from singing?