May 1

It is days like this that I think, what will I choose? Will it be that God cures my anxiety with joy, or that his judgment is coming and that should bring me joy, or should I write a song from Psalm 98? Not to mention one of my favorite Psalms as a worship leader is Psalm 100 which has spawned and inspired 10’s of songs and possibly more. Honestly, I feel like the Word is beckoning the worshipper in me. He deserves my SINGING and PLAYING my instrument (not to mention SHOUTING) more than I give Him. My heart is stirred to play and sing and write a “new” song for Him.

The priests of the pre Jesus time would ascend into the temple carefully and with song and Psalm. They would recite the Psalms of Accent before they came into the presence of God to worship Him. These Psalms would accurately describe the who and the why of worship. The who is understood by many, but the why – all of the why – slips by me. He is mighty and glorious and holds my life and the nation’s life in His hands. He is our creator and sustainer, my discipliner and lover. How can I NOT sing? How can I NOT play? (Now let’s add it in) How can I NOT shout? I can – I must – I will!