This song above songs

Surely any day could be cited as THIS day, for to be simply alive could qualify; tomorrow does not, at least not yet.  Are some days better than others? Of course, there are a million reasons why we could choose one day over another,  but could you select one day in your own life that would be head and shoulders above all others, David like as it were, as he stood before the behemoth Goliath of Gath, one day that encapsulates THIS day?

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To every thing there is a season, a time and a purpose under heaven; a time to be born and a time to die, a time to sow and a time to reap, a time for a sunlit face and a time for an unrecognizable face; a time for pure joy, and a time for the deepest of sorrow.

There is a principle in proverbs about the out-of-place singing to a heavy heart, such as the funeral of a mother, father, spouse, or child. We have all been visited by this untimely guest called grief, and know precisely the anguish of a crushed spirit. There are times when the songbird is mute, when the heart cannot soar,  when the tongue cannot release the notes, and rightly so.

There are times when the lips cannot move because of the grapefruit lump in the throat, because of the three-ton millstone in the heart. There are depths of pain that do not allow for the intrusion of song, and there are times when the sweetest of songs is simply an unwelcome friend. You have gone through these times.

So there He was, in the upper room, furnished and prepared for this last meal, this last seder.  This gathering was quietly demure, yet equally joyful from the Lord’s point of view. He was the Center, He whose ways were from everlasting, and all His friends were gathered unto Him. He spoke simply:

With desire I have desired to eat THIS passover with you before I suffer.  Indeed the apostles knowledge was limited and weak, for their humanity would be despondent at the soon departure of He who was earlier transfigured, whose brightness shone above the sun, and the one who identified with, and touched a leper, making him clean, while He whose name is Wonderful would himself soon be a pariah. This meal among Lord and friends was bittersweet.

There was the lamb, the bitter herbs, the cup of wine, unleavened bread, words from scripture,  final instructions given, and the preparation to go out ‘into the night.’ It was dark, but there would be another darkness where the brethren could not go.

But first, the book of Mark quietly says: ‘and when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the mount of Olives.’  Reliable sources understand that the singing at passover was the celebration of the great Hallel, a portion of praise in Psalm 118, in part which reads:

The stone that the builders rejected has become the chief cornerstone; This is the LORD’s doing;  it is marvelous in our eyes. This is the day which the LORD hath made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

We often are reminded of this day as if it applies to all men, but first and foremost, this prophetic psalm, now sung as a hymn, isolated  this day which Lord hath made, as a day of rejoicing. This day was eternity’s destiny. This day brought the song of songs.

Indeed, while Peter would deny the Lord: ‘Who me? I know him not…’  it was a day to rejoice. While all the disciples forsook Him and fled, it was a day to rejoice. When the cock crowed three times as a reminder of the Lord’s perfect knowledge, and He was delivered up, it was a day to rejoice.

When He was scourged, and mocked with thorns as a crown, when He was mute before Pilate, when He was gracing via dolorosa, when He was nailed between two thieves, when He was thought to be just another misfit, THIS was the day which the Lord hath made.

It was in the upper room, it was is this atmosphere of love, hope, and a soon departure (for a mere few days) accelerated by the god of this world, that the chief choirmaster had before His mind:  ‘In the midst of the brethren I will sing praise unto thee,’ and sang with His friends from Psalm 118:

‘This is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.’

A simple hymn, sung in triumphant humility among weary but good hearts, as a display that the word of God is the true food for all they who hunger. A hymn was sung at the passover.  The day Christ would be taken by wicked hands, the day He would not only be crucified, but with the absolute approval of heavens throne,  He would on this day be made sin.

Knowing this, the character of the son of God was on full display in that upper room as a hymn was sung. Can we not bow in majestic reverence at such worth of the moral glory of the Lord? Do not our hearts worship at such knowledge that Christ died for our sins,  but not just a death, but according to the scriptures….was not this song palpably sweet?

How then do the brethren sing with hearts so weary, when they are so weak in spirit? How can the words pass through the stone lump in the throat? On this day, the joy of the Lord would be their strength, for they had none.

Does not ‘this is the day’ resonate with your spirit when we see Judas and his devious planning kiss the Lord on the cheek, feigning him as ‘friend,’ thus putting into motion false testimony, a mock trial, and a death sentence?  Can we not hear that beautiful melody when the Lord stood before Pilate and was mute when asked: ‘what is truth?’ Indeed, this is a song above songs.

Is it any wonder that there will be a new song, a refrain that encompasses time and eternity because of the worth of the Lamb once slain…no heavy hearts, no crushed spirits, no more tears, and a time for all things to be made anew.

In the meantime, we gather unto him anywhere and remember the hymn sung in the darkest of nights, which was a dazzling song on the brightest of nights, ‘this is the day which the Lord hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it.

Eternity paid respect to Golgotha’s hill, (even the rocks quaked with song) and a few days later, the sorrow would disappear, and the brethren as well as countless others would understand that night of nights.

 

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33 Responses to This song above songs

  1. archaeopteryx1 says:

    I’m really confused – you say, “The day Christ would be taken by wicked hands, the day He would not only be crucified, but with the absolute approval of heavens throne” – yet if the hands were doing what they were doing, “with the absolute approval of heavens throne,” how could they be wicked? Wouldn’t they have been holy hands?

    And if they already had a room, why did they need to go out and sleep on the ground in a garden?

    And you said, “Can we not hear that beautiful melody when the Lord stood before Pilate and was mute when asked: ‘what is truth?’” – but “Matthew” and “Mark” both said (27:13-14) that Yeshua’s only words were, “Thou sayest.” And John assures us (18:33-37) that he was a regular chatterbox, going on and on about where his kingdom was and why he was here. Which are we to believe? Share with us your infinite wisdom, O Tempest of Tones —

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    • ColorStorm says:

      Hey arche1x

      A man writes a prediction of what another man will do 50 years from today. He names the date, time, place, he even goes so far as to include what this man would be wearing, where he stopped for lunch, what he ate, who the waitress was, what color her eyes are; what the tat says on the right side of her neck, he writes that on his way to the restroom, the man drops his wallet, and a man with a left broken arm, bends over to help him pick it up, and says ‘Hello’ using the Ukranian dialect..

      The man then eats, goes out and purchases a used Weber grill, from a man who has a twin living in Cairo. He then seals this information in a vault. After it was opened 55 years later, it was perfect including the four pickles on the burnt hamburger bun, and the number of the check for the grill.

      Are you getting the picture about God’s written word, His sovereignty, and mans responsibility? God knows every detail, and He knows all things, man does not.

      So we read: ‘Him, being delivered by the determinate counsel and foreknowledge of God, ye have taken, and by wicked hands, have crucified, and slain:’ Wicked hand with heavens approval? Yep.

      If this does not help, perhaps another will come along and speak of this ‘song.’

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    • Citizen Tom says:

      For you to call someone else a chatterbox……
      😆

      What Matthew 27:13-14 says is that he gave no answer to the charge.

      Romans 8:28 New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

      28 We know that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to his purpose.

      To pretend to understand God is futile. Why do you think you can?

      We have to trust God as a small child trusts a parent. We cannot understand what mommy and daddy are about, and only with the most foolish pride can we really believe we have a choice. All we can do is consider our options, and Christianity makes the most sense.

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      • archaeopteryx1 says:

        To pretend to understand God is futile. Why do you think you can?” – Indeed, who could hope to understand a nonexistent entity?

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        • ColorStorm says:

          Perhaps a little understanding of the ‘song’ may be useful.

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        • Citizen Tom says:

          You can prove God does not exist?

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        • archaeopteryx1 says:

          I’ve yet to see any evidence that it does.

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        • Citizen Tom says:

          Eyes that do not see.
          Ears that do not hear.
          A nose that does not smell.
          A tongue that does not taste.
          Skin that cannot feel.
          A heart of of stone.
          A mind that does not know anything save itself.

          Does that describe you? How else could you not have evidence of God?

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        • archaeopteryx1 says:

          How else could you not have evidence of God?” – Uh, it ain’t there?

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        • Citizen Tom says:

          archaeopteryx1 – If you can see, hear, smell, taste, and feel; you can see, hear, smell, taste, and feel evidence of our Creator. To believe existence of Creation is an accident, we have believe in something far more unlikely than the existence of the one who created it.

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        • archaeopteryx1 says:

          Not until you can tell me with certainty, what created your creator.

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        • ColorStorm says:

          Keeping with the spirit of this post, the song of creation was made by the Conductor.

          The stars were hung like notes on a scale.

          Isn’t it about time you focus on what you can know, rather than ask questions which will never satisfy your ‘curiosity?’

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        • archaeopteryx1 says:

          Isn’t it about time you focus on what you can know, rather than ask questions which ill never satisfy your ‘curiosity?’” – Most of what you can know, can be tested empirically, unlike your religious claptrap.

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        • ColorStorm says:

          Yep, somebody told me it snowed two hundred years ago, there is no proof of course since the snow melted, but I kinda believe the report.

          Yep, and I can’t see heat either, but I kinda like it.

          You will exercise faith a whole bunch of times today, and the thought will never cross your mind as to this gift and where it came from.

          Give God the glory will ya…

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  2. CS – It seems we are both sensing some urgency to seize the day as the days are growing short. You pointed out something I have never thought about, Our Lord singing! The idea of Jesus singing a song of worship is so endearing and delightful to me and I cannot wait to truly hear His voice…Zephaniah 3:17
    Thanks!!

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  3. “Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.”

    We read that psalm not long ago. Knowing that song was probably sung from memory in those days and sung by Christ Himself too, gave me chills, but chills of the best kind. Music does something wonderful with our memory and words sung get written on our hearts.

    There are times of grief when the songbird is mute, true, but songs are not just for the happy times. Sometimes I think that is forgotten today, that singing is also what you do in the face of grief or toil or when walking up those long hills. No radios in those days, no CD’s, just a song to get you where you’re going.

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  4. ColorStorm says:

    Yeah, pretty sure the ‘goat herders’ were on to something unique in their solitude, probably a whole lot of ‘chillin of the best kind.’

    To borrow your idea of song during distress, there was Paul and Silas singing at midnight, while in chains. Indeed that little bird ignored the steel shackles.

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  5. Wow…such a mixture of sorrow and necessity, redemption and betrayal, joy and temptation, grief and triumph. . .mingling together with both sweetness and bitterness, gall and honey, hyssop and blood- – –
    hard, very hard and difficult, yet so painfully necessary.
    Humbling, crushing, healing. . .
    thank you Colorful Nick for your words and for using the gift your were given to share them. . .
    jewels

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    • ColorStorm says:

      So glad the words found good soil in you jewels; love your ‘mixture and mingling.’

      I told Wally that there is never a shortage of excellent comments in this circuit.

      God forever bless His word. Tkx too for your very kind words.

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      • You are more than welcome as your words indeed bless my soul. I can’t help but notice however a persistent fellow blogger or mere commenter who seems to not approach your words with the intent of which they are offered—as sustenance, food for thought, insight, perhaps a new perspective, reflection, etc and seems to relish in finding the negative, the offensive, the misguided—my thought is if one does not like what one reads, why does one stay–merely wishing to be contrary, fussy, argumentative or simply mean spirited—I just don’t get it—but then again Jesus did dine and visit among the sinners who most needed him—-may he visit us all here—thank you again. . .

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  6. kcchief1 says:

    Hey CS,

    Since I have voluntarily stopped commenting over at Citizen Toms, I thought I would come over here and thank you for the nice hack job you did on me over there, Very Christ-like.

    Be well

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    • ColorStorm says:

      Chief-

      If a defense of scripture is a hack job, would to God all were such.

      There was nothing untoward that could not be verified, and by the way, it was a generic observation covering months of mischief, as was noted.

      I’m pretty sure your name was not even mentioned.

      In the spirit of ‘this’ post though, there was a whole lot of discordant notes. Btw, this post is probably not the best to discuss those issues.

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    • Citizen Tom says:

      You set out to attack the beliefs of others and don’t know what you are talking about, and then you have the gall to accuse somebody else of a hack job? What possesses you to behave this way? Is such rudeness the only way you can get attention?

      When we are so lost, we must do what even the navigation systems in our cars know enough to do. Recalibrate.

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  7. Tricia says:

    Beautiful post ColorStorm and a timely reminder that God’s love endures and will sustain through all seasons.

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