Good day to you all of you fellow church goers. For some of us, church going has not been possible due to the closing down of worship facilities. To some of us a church is more than just a place to go to to get our worship on and to pay our tithe; it’s a second home. Four walls or not, we as Christians ought to maintain a community in any way we can, whether it be with Facebook; YouTube; blogs; Instagram; church websites; or dare I say it, that often troublesome platform called Twitter. May we continue to communicate with one another in all ways we can.
Ephesians 5 says we are to be filled with the Spirit, speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in our hearts to the Lord.
One of my favorite songs is “This Is My Father’s World” by Maltbie D. Badcock.
A couple of years ago, I went on a camping trip with my church family. As I emerged from my tent that one Saturday morning, shaking off the sleep, I was captivated by my surroundings. I was mesmerized by morning fog hovering on the Cumberland River; fish popping their heads to the surface and disappearing down below; the singing of the wind through the trees; birds chiming in upon tree branches, harmonizing with the wind’s song; and the toasty camp fire popping on the wood. As I beheld the scene, I thought of the first stanza of This Is My Father’s World:
“This is my Father’s world
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.”
This song reminds me that despite all the chaos in the world, from attacks by terrorist groups to a divided nation, this world still belongs to God. Satan has a hand in what goes on in the world, but God has us in His hands.
Therefore I ask you,