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Topic: Music (03/08/07)
TITLE: The Entry of the 6th Measure
By Mona Lisa
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I released a fearful sigh of what felt like combustible energy spewing for liberty. Stage fright? The Lord murmured to the contractions of my heart, “It’s a lie.” “But Lord, clearly I’m afraid. How will I ever stand ‘solo’ before people to sing of your praises?” I did spend many years before the church singing praises, but our voices were one, never did I feel appointed to a solo. Certainly, not an unconventional voice, toiling for a crisp, pristine melody, only sung by the songbirds of Christ.
At the seventh note the Lord reminded me of the good work He began in us He would complete in us, even until His coming. His arrival at that exact moment, in all of His glory, would have been perfect. That was exactly the point. He already arrived on earth to save us. His mission was to continue to build faith in us until His return. The Lord called me to be a weak vessel. One that would need repair, a fixer upper. A weak vessel He would use, but would I trust Him to use me? The stage lights swirled in rainbows across the platform. The guitar frets gave permission to play fastoso like I imagine the trumpets will sound at Christ’s return. Bass and drums kept time for the march of the King.
At the first measure, my eyes bled in gratitude and pled for His pleasure into that six minute journey. The essence of His Spirit catapulted my vision to His throne of glory.
Here I surrendered. I offered my wounded thinking; gave up my distorted view of the world’s love for me. I set my teetering faith at His feet.
Upon the entry of the sixth measure, all life flowed downstream. Reticent chaos spun out to clear skies over green pastures. The tree of Zion was planted firmly at the riverbank of life. My notes walked on water. My voice blended to the vines He pruned. In the breath of lyrical verbiage, my insatiable desire to be pressed in His arms is all I could see. Pinnacle notes were carefree, soaring among the eagles Isaiah spoke of. All the promises of Christ’s love for us, swept my soul clean of stagnant dust atop reels of vaporous word pictures. Promises man would not sow. Promises Christ would reap. The tag ended in a restful whisper.
The music liberated my voice from a deafening impairment, an untrusting heart. I didn’t believe that the Lord would carry out His work through me. My faith just didn’t seem stable. The reality is my faith will never be balanced unless I place my full trust in Christ to use me, as a weak vessel, for His intended purposes. In a world of squandering words of promise, the voice of Our Savior wrote the melody to salvation for all to hear and all to sing. He conducted music to serenade my faith.
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