O come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation (Psalm 95:1).
My son never stops singing. If you’ve ever been around Jonas, you know he never stops dancing, singing, beat-boxing (even though he has no idea what a beat-box is). I was thinking about that the other day as I stood on a street corner, waiting for a bus, tappin
my foot and humming a tune to myself. I may be more discreet than my boy, but it’s clear where he gets it.
Jonas and I both love music. It’s like we have veins in our body through which notes and rhythms flow. We can’t help but sing.
That’s what praise should be like. It should simply flow through us. It should be like a kid in middle school (me!) who couldn’t help but tap his pencil on his desk constantly. Our salvation, our redemption in Christ is so great, so magnificent, so unspeakably glorious, that