When I was a child, I learned to sing “Climb, Climb Up Sunshine Mountain”. The music and words made me feel happy and free. I heard it on You Tube yesterday and it still made me feel happy and free. I hope it makes you feel the same way. Happy Sunday.
1 Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spoke and thought and reasoned as a child. But when I grew up, I put away childish things. (But not all of them, obviously.)
Did you know that singing is good for the soul? Singing also relieves stress, exercises the lungs, and decreases depression. All this is my own opinion, but it works for me. And take this little guy…can’t you just hear him? (Of course, he could just be waiting to be fed but I prefer to believe that he is singing a new song).
This is a tribute to yet another of our St. Andrew’s members who took up residence in Heaven a week ago today.
Barbara was a quiet, unassuming lady in her early seventies who loved to praise the Lord and ride her bike. Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall would see her pedaling away whether to Church, Bible study, supermarket, or wherever a need would take her.
Barbara loved her Lord with all her heart and would never let an opportunity go by without striking up a conversation about Him with someone, stranger or not. She was not eloquent by any means but humbly shared the Gospel with whoever would take time to lend her an ear…and many did. And she knew her stuff. Her Bible was a well-worn Gideon of years gone by and I’m sure she knew most of it by heart.
What we’ll miss mostly about Barbara is her fervent, “Praise The Lord” whenever our choir closed the final chords of a Sunday anthem. Some were not in favor of her outbursts but most of us considered where they came from…a heart filled with passion for her Jesus. I for one was happy that our anthems could move her to render outspoken praise. But perhaps she was moved even more by Psalm 134:2 – Lift up your hands in the sanctuary and praise the LORD.
Whether or not Barbara is pedaling away on Heaven’s gold-paved streets or resting in the arms of her dearly departed husband, George, I just want to say, “Barbara, continue to Praise the Lord and ride your bike.” And have a happy Saturday.
This isn’t actual bird song from the birds, but it shows how we can relax and rejuvenate when we know that we are lovingly watched over. Enjoy, and be uplifted.
We may have a scratchy voice or sing off key, but through song and prayer we can express our adoration to almighty God. (Our Daily Bread, October 2001). Here is a song by Boney M about Psalm 137:1. Happy Sunday.
Look what I found on You-Tube! One of my granddaughters has a German Shepherd named Champ. I’m dedicating this song to him. I hope they get to see it.
Today we are to “feature a guest” as #everydayinspiration nineteen. Ideally this guest should be one from the participants of these assignments, but I am choosing to invite all readers as my guests, and instead, feature two people from my favorite church in the world, St. Andrew’s Scarborough. (Everyone has their favorite.)
The first is our Pastor Duncan. Wow! This man uplifts me week after week, and has been the inspiration for many of my writing topics, today’s included. Lately he’s been talking about Jonah and how God got his attention by allowing him to spend three days and three nights in the belly of a big fish. Most people think of a whale as being the only fish big enough to swallow a whole man. Now, you’re thinking what’s so inspirational about that? The crux of the story is that Jonah, as a man of God, was supposed to warn the City of Ninevah to change their disobedient ways or their city would be destroyed in forty days. Jonah didn’t want to have anything to do with saving the sinful city and so refused God’s instructions. Hence the time out in the whale’s gut.
So, what’s that got to do with you and me? Only one thing. We are here to uphold God’s will for a perfect world, and if it means going to our own Ninevah to try to instill some sense into those whose intentional or unintentional behavior takes the lives of others, either physically or emotionally, then so be it. Those are our marching orders. I learned on Sunday that I either start to march or face the fate that Jonah did. God, help me!
The second person to uplift me that day was a soloist from our choir. “I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free, His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.” The words were sung with strength, clarity, power and joy. Our singer has recently seen the inside of a whale’s gut…that place of dark unknown. Just two weeks ago she spent three days in hospital when some unknown malady robbed her of her speaking voice, let alone singing voice. She could have begged off Sunday’s commitment citing that episode, but despite her visible nervousness, she got up there and inspired the whole congregation. Wow!
So whether you are face to face with a huge fish or waiting for God to reel you in for His own purposes, I’m delighted that you took this time out to be my guests. I hope you had a whale of a time. oops 🙂