Last night, three sad and difficult situations arose in our Jubilee community, and then today dawned gray with warnings of freezing rain. Bleak and chilly. All who were able dutifully reported to their jobs or classes. At noon we straggled in, a bit rattled by the adversities at hand and those around the globe as well. But the guitar and African drums came out for Monday’s singing devotions, and the mood swung.
“This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it,” we sang, speeding up with each round. I could feel our spirits lifting in the loveliest, most joyful way. The next thing I knew, we were breaking forth in hallelujahs! Death does not rule us, Fear can not fool us, Love is freedom, sing Hallelujah! Empire is crumbling, God’s reign is coming, Christus Victor! Sing hallelujah!
I usually find noon devotions meaningful, even powerful. On any given day there are plenty of dreadful circumstances to lift in prayer. But in spite of what we see all around us, we have the privilege of coming together to declare our belief that, on a God-given day, peace and love will prevail.
On this particular day, we continued with the lilting music of Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow Me, and I will give you rest. Then, the sweet African Tshiluba melody of God loves all his many people–Come to him, friend, come to him, friend, come, receive his joy. Earthly things don’t last forever, come, receive his joy.
Ending with No storm can shake my [our] inmost calm while to that Rock I’m [we’re] clinging. Since Love is Lord of heav’n and earth, how can I [we] keep from singing? Right here in the middle of somber, reflective, dust-to-dust Lent, we couldn’t keep from singing hallelujah. How good Lord, to be here!