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Reason to Sing

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I read this passage a while ago and it really struck me. Like there’s something alive inside these words.
A reason to hope. A reason to sing.

Sing aloud, O daughter of Zion;
shout, O Israel!
Rejoice and exult with all your heart,
O daughter of Jerusalem!

The LORD has taken away the judgments against you;
he has cleared away your enemies.
The King of Israel, the LORD, is in your midst;
you shall never again fear evil.

On that day it shall be said to Jerusalem:
“Fear not, O Zion;
let not your hands grow weak.

The LORD your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.

I will gather those of you who mourn for the festival,
so that you will no longer suffer reproach.

Behold, at that time I will deal
with all your oppressors.
And I will save the lame
and gather the outcast,
and I will change their shame into praise
and renown in all the earth.

At that time I will bring you in,
at the time when I gather you together;
for I will make you renowned and praised
among all the peoples of the earth,
when I restore your fortunes
before your eyes,” says the LORD.

~Zephaniah 3:14-20

music monday: stuck in my head

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well. this is a different sort of music monday. i didn’t write the lyrics or the music, but i managed to combine the two for a bible study project. me & my LOVELY bible study friends recently threw this together for a contest.

why am i sharing this? well. honestly, because i can’t get the verse outta my head now. i’ve never had an easier time memorizing scripture before inmywholedanglife.

Jude 1:24-25 (let’s see if i can type this out from memory!)

To Him / who is able / to keep you from falling / and to present you / before His glorious presence, / without fault, / and with great joy, / to the only God our Saviour / be glory, majesty, power and authority, / through Jesus Christ our Lord, / before all ages / now and forevermore, amen. [plus or minus a few commas]

music by Paul McCartney.

you can sing along if you want!!!

oh.

if you want a copy, click here to download (link will expire on 7/5/08).

dang. i forgot i threw onions in the well.

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yes. you read that right. i threw onions in the well.

last night, i was talking to a friend about “taming” our tongues, and the verse about “out of the overflow of the heart the mouth speaks” (Matt. 12:34).

and, you know how when you chop up onions the smell stays on your hands? well, a few minutes before our conversation, i’d realized that the onion i chopped up for spaghetti was STILL lingering on my hands…

back to our conversation: the verse about ‘guarding our hearts’ flew through my mind:

Proverbs 4:23 Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.

so, i’m smelling onions and thinking about wells and THEN i remember when i threw onions in the well.

see, i grew up in the country. yes. the COUNTRY. like, back where there are fields and washboard roads and more fields. its like heaven, well, except for when they go slinging spreading cow manure. THAT’S the worst smell in the history of everything.

anyway, we didn’t have city water. we lived off of the good ol’ ground water. yes. sulfur water – which some people might say is as smelly as cow manure; but – trust me – they don’t know what happens to cow manure when it flies through the hot Georgia air. that is STANK. but, alas, cow manure has NOTHING to do with this story.

so my brother and i used to play out by our well. we’d play in the dirt. play with the cats. play with rocks. all out by the well. and there was a hole the size of a tennis ball in the cement cover of the well… we eventually got to throwing rocks in the well. “kerplunk… KERPLUNK”

pretty soon, we’d grabbed a few small onions and started pushing them in.

a day or two later the water got all nasty – smelling and tasting like onions.

then my dad figured it out.

and, he was “less than happy” with us.

and, this was back-in-the-day… before “time-out” was a popular form of discipline…

[ouch]

but, looking back on things, i’m thinking that if the well was “guarded” better so there weren’t ways for things to get in it that would pollute and corrupt our water source, then the overflow of our well might’ve stayed pure and fresh and clean.