mattbraunlin
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The Great Song
If you are sad, then sing a melody with your tears.If you are happy, whistle and hum in your cheer.
If you are frightened, hear the comfort of music in your heart.
If you feel brave, then contemplate the horns of heaven.
Remember always that you and I are a part of a great orchestra. That our triumphs and tragedies, our sins and our failures, our boredom, our peaceful meditations and most desperate trials are beautiful music. They are vivid and unique melodies and nocturnes and crescendos and dirges.
We are blessed musicians, and we proudly serve the arrangements of the Great Song. God's greatest masterpiece that is Time, where even the whisper of wind in the grass is not forgotten.
In your darkest moments, be music. When you feel useless, be poetry. When you sink like Solomon into dreary despair, be the part of the Song God would have you be.
Recall John the Baptist, lowly and imprisoned, and that his every thought was a virtuous note which will resonate into the infinite appreciation of the Great Bard whom he served.
We are music. Living, breathing ballads and war songs and lullabies which God would sing to others. He would have them hear us. And we would have them hear him.
It is a dangerous thing, this Song. It was not the song our God meant to be sung. But it is a beautiful Song. A Song of pain and healing, ruin and comfort, oppression and nobility and the final act of death.
And not one of us can escape this Song! From our first cry out of the womb to our dying breath, we are a part of it. And the beggar and the prince, the saint and the tyrant, the sinner and the saved, the carpenter, the soldier, the drug dealer and the comedian.
We are all music. Our pains and our Joys harmonize together toward the great, terrifying climax…
And then all is put right. The clattering noise of wrong notes and miscues comes to an end. Dirges and funeral marches are no more. The awesome overture of Time has passed, and God’s people become part of the Song That Has No End. The perfect, neverending Epic, mightier than thunder, sharper than a razor, gentler than a mother with her baby in her arms.
But that is someday. This is now. The Great Song plays on. And every man, woman and child who accepts God's Son gets in tune to the straight and narrow Way. Their music becomes impressive, frustrating, unique in a way that confounds those who have not yet found their voice. Who sing and yet do not yet know that they are singing.
Live your life for Christ. Be his music. Take Joy in every word of your voice, every good step, every word you write and everyone you bless. For you are what he intended every single one of us to be.
For now, the Great Song plays on.