Yesterday morning, one of the highlights of my Sunday was singing with the saints. It is every Sunday. There’s just something about hearing voices lifting up the name of Jesus. Something about looking upon the countenance of those who sing songs of remembrance, recalling the finished work of the cross and their victory in Jesus. Something about people speaking to one another in melodic prose of the promises of God. Did I mention Sunday morning music making is a highlight for me?
And I get that I may be a bit more naturally wired for music than others. On a continuum ranging from tone-deaf to virtuoso, I’m more “let’s make melody” than I am “meh!”
But all that being said, I can’t help but lament songless saints. ‘Cause, if I’m picking up what so much of the psalms is laying down, someone who has known deliverance and encountered the God of deliverance should, at the very least, be a closet choir member. And that, because it is good, pleasant, and fitting.
Praise the LORD!
For it is good to sing praises to our God;
for it is pleasant, and a song of praise is fitting.
(Psalm 147:1 ESV)
Sing praises to our God, pens the songwriter, for it is good, it is pleasant, and it is fitting.
Sing because it has intrinsic value. It aligns with the revealed will of God. The same God who looked upon each day of creation and said, “It is good” is the same God who hears from heaven our worship from earth and whispers, “This is good, too!” Though we may not always know exactly God’s will for us, though we may struggle to see what we can do that would please Him, on the authority of Scripture we can always know that when we sing His praise, He declares, “It is good.”
Sing because it is a source of delight. Our sacrifices of praise, the fruit of our lips (Heb.13:15), are pleasant to our God. Think about that. We can do something that delights the God who defines delight. A few feeble notes squeaked out of our vocal chords, when sourced in hearts tuned to declare His glory, brings our God as much pleasure as does the heavenly choir of many tongues that surrounds His throne. God hears our songs and says, “Sweet!”
And not only are songs of praise pleasant to our God, they are pleasant to the saints themselves. After drinking from the fire hose of grace, singing is a much needed release valve for thanksgiving. What a delight to respond. What’s more, how pleasing to be shoulder to shoulder with others as they too use chorus to convey their comprehension of God’s mighty works and of His holy, holy, holy nature. Singing praises to our God is a pleasing experience–both for God and man.
Sing too, because it’s simply the right thing to do. It is fitting. Praise is God’s due. Worship is what is commanded. Offerings are the precedent. Thus, it is our reasonable service. Lepers who are made whole should, when seeing they have been healed, turn back, praise God with a loud voice, and fall at the feet of Jesus giving thanks (Lk. 17:12-19). Those who once walked in darkness, when gathering with other seeing blind people, should welcome every opportunity to, by faith, look into the face of the Giver of sight and declare, “Great are You, Lord!” “I once was blind but now I see” being their tireless anthem of heartfelt wonder and appreciation. Yup, a song of praise is comely, seemly, fitting.
Make melody with your voice because it has intrinsic value. Because it is a source of delight to both God and man. And because it is just the right thing to do.
And then, live in anticipation of another highlight Sunday coming your way.
Singing of His grace. Singing for His glory.