This weekend at the church I attended, I had the privilege of hearing one of the largest adult choirs I’ve ever seen. They were a beautiful blend of voices lifting up praise. This is the church my mother attended before she passed away nine months ago. One of the things she used to tell me that she loved about going there was hearing the choir every Sunday at the early traditions service. It lifted her spirit. She would say that it was like hearing the sounds of heavens angels singing.
On this particular Sunday however, I was at the contemporary service that does not normally have a choir. As God would have it, the choir joined in the worship on this day. I do believe all things happen for a reason and for God’s ultimate purpose. I was moved, like my mother, by the voices of this angelic choir. Singing corporate praise reminds me that we are a body of Christ and that we function best together and not apart. It reminds me who I am and who God is…that I am a part of something greater than myself. I was standing on holy ground. And on this day I was overcome with a mixture of joy and sadness. Sadness for what has been lost. And joy knowing that my mom is now experiencing the most heavenly, angelic choir for eternity praising Him…every hour of every day. Not just Sunday morning. And for that I am thankful beyond words.
Great is Thy faithfulness.
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.