A thoughtful week
I've so much in my head to blog about. Isn't that always the case with me? If I was somehow miraculously given a chunk of free time I'd probably squander it away blogging all the things I don't have time to blog, rather than doing more cleaning or more home decorating or gourmet cooking or practicing or any of the other myriad things I don't have time to do.
This past week, however, my mind has been filled (as has every parent's in the nation) with the lost lives of children. Every time I think to write about something else, it seems trivial.
(I really resonate with Sarah and her post about silence.)
I wouldn't know where to begin if I were to write something about it.
I'll just share one moment of clarity that happened in church on Sunday.
I never get much time for sitting down and worshipping (in the "normal" sense) at church, what with all the shuttling of children and running around rehearsing and singing that I have to do.
(Incidentally, I came across a really interesting post the other day, somewhat related to that last sentence. It's about about a mother's role in the worship service, and I found myself resonating with this blogger too.)
As I was whisking C away to the nursery during the service intriot, I passed by the live feed TV screen in the church lobby and heard the men's section of our choir singing this:
Not only is the music itself so calming and soothing to a sorrowful soul (and there's symbolism within the music too... but I won't geek out on you by getting into that), but check out the translation:
Zion hears the watchmen singing
The maidens’ hearts with joy are springing
They wake and quickly to Him go.
Their Friend comes in Heav’nly splendor
With graceful strength, with mercy tender
Their light is bright, their star doth glow.
Now come, thou worthy One;
Lord Jesus, God’s own Son
Hosanna!
We follow all
This past week, however, my mind has been filled (as has every parent's in the nation) with the lost lives of children. Every time I think to write about something else, it seems trivial.
(I really resonate with Sarah and her post about silence.)
I wouldn't know where to begin if I were to write something about it.
I'll just share one moment of clarity that happened in church on Sunday.
I never get much time for sitting down and worshipping (in the "normal" sense) at church, what with all the shuttling of children and running around rehearsing and singing that I have to do.
(Incidentally, I came across a really interesting post the other day, somewhat related to that last sentence. It's about about a mother's role in the worship service, and I found myself resonating with this blogger too.)
As I was whisking C away to the nursery during the service intriot, I passed by the live feed TV screen in the church lobby and heard the men's section of our choir singing this:
Not only is the music itself so calming and soothing to a sorrowful soul (and there's symbolism within the music too... but I won't geek out on you by getting into that), but check out the translation:
Zion hears the watchmen singing
The maidens’ hearts with joy are springing
They wake and quickly to Him go.
Their Friend comes in Heav’nly splendor
With graceful strength, with mercy tender
Their light is bright, their star doth glow.
Now come, thou worthy One;
Lord Jesus, God’s own Son
Hosanna!
We follow all
To that glad hall
To our Lord’s table we are called.
To our Lord’s table we are called.
Somehow, it seemed good and right to me, in light of these events, to be focusing on that glorious coming... the end of all suffering.
And that's all I have to say about that.
(There's plenty of merry-making going on around the house here, and I hope to find time and energy to write about some of it. Just pausing to reflect for a moment. Be well, everyone!)
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