I had the privilege last week of hearing a precious two-year-old coming up the hall singing this song at the top of her lungs. Folks, you haven’t heard this song until you’ve heard it that way. There’s no way to translate that sort of preciousness into letters on a screen, but I can tell you, it was one of the coolest things I heard all week.
I wonder if we realize how dangerously close we are as a planet to “officially” declaring that God is dead. That closeness to the edge should make you take notice. We’ve all but said He doesn’t exist by our actions, by what we allow to happen without standing up and saying a word about it. (Oh, Lord, do we EVER need a revival!)
But, it doesn’t matter what we say. And it doesn’t matter how we act. God is NOT dead and can never BE dead!
But, again, how many of us can truly say He is “roaring like a lion” in our lives? How many of us live the kind of out loud, God’s-all-over-it lives that mark us as His? How many of us are willing to let Him have control and “roar like a lion” on the outside of us, too? Too often, we let the vocal speak out, and sometimes the vocal among us aren’t the ones who are truly right. Did that make any sense? We let others speak for us instead of standing up and speaking for ourselves and, honey, that gives the world the way wrong impression of who God is sometimes. You know it’s true.
I’m talking to myself here. I want God to “roar” through me. But how often do I withdraw into a meek shell or, worse, speak out of angry reaction instead of thought-out response?
Oh, Lord, help me to do better!