This morning our pastor told us of a new believer he was baptizing. He asked her how she came to faith, assuming it was through his preaching. But she said no, it was because of the music she’d heard as she passed by and then was drawn in. Of that she was quite insistent.
This reinforced what I had just read in the book of 1 Chronicles. In the midst of lists of names, I found a beautiful surprise–a whole chapter (ch. 25) about the Temple musicians and their important work! David himself and the army commanders appointed several hundred of them to praise the Lord with music every morning and evening with their voices and skillfully crafted instruments. Just imagine how beautiful that must have been! Wouldn’t I love to have been one of that group!
One day I will be—around the throne of God, joined with millions of God’s people from all tribes and languages, from all times since the beginning of the earth. No one will be singing off key, no hoarse voices, no arguments about worship styles, no wandering minds—just pure, passionate, perfect praise to the One who so well deserves it!
As I play my piano every day just between me and the Lord, I pray that someone passing by will be blessed. I believe God doesn’t waste anything. Either way, I like to think that I’m rehearsing for my part in that heavenly concert.