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Topic: Music (03/08/07)
By Jen Davis
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I wish I could tell you that I walked on streets paved in gold and strolled past a multitude of mansions, and that I mingled with the angels; but I didn’t see any of those things. It was not what I saw in heaven but what I heard that would forever change my life.
I traveled with a companion at my side. I’m not sure who he was, only that we strolled together in perfect peace. While we walked, a sound coming from behind us caught my attention. Although we were moving away from the source, it grew louder. Turning my head, I inclined my ear in its direction. I slowed my steps then finally stopped, captivated by the sound.
At first I could not tell what it was. I had never heard anything like it before. As I listened more closely, it became more clear, more powerful, more beautiful. It was music. I froze and stood in amazement, my mouth caught wide open. I was awestruck by its majestic quality. My companion stood by, allowing me to relish in my experience, and he seemed to take pleasure in my joy.
I closed my eyes to drink in the sound, to savor every note of the divine melody, and willed myself to be consumed by it. When I opened my eyes again I stared up at my bedroom ceiling.
A dream? But it was so real.
That is where my walk through heaven ended, listening to the most incredible music I have ever heard and more beautiful than anything I could have possibly imagined. Yet when I tried to repeat the notes or describe the music I could not. It was like trying to describe a color that does not exist on the color spectrum. The music seemed beyond anything humanly possible.
Although the dream remained incredibly vivid, I did not understand its relevance. So I set the memory aside and told myself it was only a dream.
Weeks passed, until one Sunday morning I was flipping though the television channels, racing past the religious programming. But something caught my attention, so I flipped back. Four women were singing a beautiful song praising God which took my breath. My mouth dropped and a memory stirred. The music had struck a familiar cord, and I remembered the dream I’d had all those weeks before.
This was not the same music, nor could it begin to compare to the music I heard in my dream, but I was drawn to it in a similar way. As a result, I began listening to worship music and it began to minister to me.
You see, I had drifted away from my faith and in my relationship with God. Listening to the messages woven within the musical notes helped me renew my faith and grow in understanding. God used music to bring me back into a deeper relationship with Him. Here are a few of the words from the song I heard that Sunday morning.
His love will never change
Sure as the steady rain
Jesus will still be there
Amazing, isn’t it, that a dream could have such a profound effect on my life? Still, it remains as clear to me today as when I first awoke and stared up at my ceiling all those years ago.
Yes, it was just a dream. And yet, somehow I am convinced that I will hear that music again.
Let the earth resound, and everything in it, the world, and all who live in it.
Let the rivers clap their hands, let the mountains sing together for joy;
let them sing before the Lord…” (Psalms 98:4-9 TNIV)
Song: Jesus Will Still Be There by Point of Grace
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