I have found it wise to sit slightly alone in church, for those who do sit nearby are less than blessed.
As a child in the '60s (note not 'of the 60s') all four feet of me would stand tall and intently in a pseudo-cathedral to belt out the hymns of Wesley, Newton or Havergal. I gained immeasurably more pleasure than my listeners could. My feet didn't tap, but my off-key heart sure did, lifted by such gems as Amazing Grace or How Great Thou Art.
To rejoice is a personal blessing and also a witness to all who don't. It is a divine privilege to be equipped to celebrate in God and raise the roof.
The height of joy is to sing out praise and share your happiness with He who gave it to you.
But with rejoicing arrives its own lament. Worshippers too stand in rows at church with long faces or still lips, as if they are tongue tied or even mute. Rejoicing has eluded them; they miss this sample to heaven.
There is more healing joy in five minutes of worship than there is in five nights of revelry. ~ A.W. Tozer
To rejoice on earth is an earthly entree to heaven's banquet where the most serious business of eternal life is singing.
Then I looked and heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand. They encircled the throne and the living creatures and the elders. In a loud voice they sang... (Revelation 5:11-12)
Worship is today's taste of all tomorrow's work.
Today's Soul Snippet:
An empty cross is comfortable but a crucifix is the model of life.
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