A Good Thing

Yesterday, I heard of man who doesn’t like singing. Says he’s a believer, but doesn’t like singing . . . not his own, not others. Apparently he’ll listen to instrumental music, but doesn’t listen to, or like being around, melody with lyrics. And to be honest, I wonder how that’s possible? How does a believer not like singing?

Not saying it can’t be. And, I have to admit that I have a pretty strong bias–I’ve always been drawn to music, both pre-salvation and post-salvation. In fact, I can remember the joy when I realized, shortly after turning from the world and turning to Christ, that music wasn’t something that was going to be removed, but something that was going to be exchanged. That, in Christ, the child of God is given a new song to sing.

He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog,
   and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth,
   a song of praise to our God.

(Psalm 40:2-3a ESV)

There’s something about redemption that should result in a response. Something about rescue that should evoke rejoicing. Something about being given new life that’s just going to  bear the fruit of a new song.

And this morning I’m reminded it’s a good thing.

It is good to give thanks to the LORD,
   to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;
to declare Your steadfast love in the morning,
   and Your faithfulness by night,
to the music of the lute and the harp,
   to the melody of the lyre.

(Psalm 92:1-3 ESV)

It is good. It is becoming. It is appropriate. It is pleasant and agreeable. It is rich and esteemed valuable. Beneficial. And just plain the right thing to do.

To give thanks to the LORD. To sing praises to His name. To declare His holy character to the music and melody of instruments.

You can’t get any more biblical than singing with the saints.

So how come this guy I heard about doesn’t have a heart tuned to sing His praise? I don’t know. But there might be a clue in the fact it didn’t sound like he didn’t have a Sabbath cycle. Didn’t sound like he was setting aside time weekly to rest, reflect, and yes, rejoice in the mighty works of God on his behalf.

For you, O LORD, have made me glad by Your work;
   at the works of Your hands I sing for joy.

(Psalm 92:4 ESV)

Psalm 92 says it was a song written for the Sabbath. Written for that time when, weekly, God’s people were to pause, turn towards the temple, and remind themselves of God’s work in creation. That it was a good work. That it was a finished work. That it was a work worthy of resting in. Just like the work of salvation.

Guessing that if we don’t slow down regularly to be reminded of, and to remember, His mighty works, it might be kind of hard to sing for joy about those works. That if we don’t see the value of being with other redeemed souls, we might have a problem to know afresh the awe and wonder that comes from considering the One who redeems.

I get that some may just be more wired to worship in song than others, but I also find it kind of sad to think of songless saints.

Because song born praise is a good thing. A good thing to do individually. A good thing to do corporately.

It is good to give thanks to You, LORD . . . and to sing praises to Your name, O Most High.

Because of Your grace. All for Your glory.

(Got a few more minutes this morning for a good thing?  Check out Paul Baloche’s take on Psalm 92 by clicking here).

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