Chorus

“Sing it with your life, sing with your heart. Make melody with the words of your mouth. But, mind that you listen, tell it to others. Hear the chorus of faith. Live the chorus of faith.”  Michael Card, Chorus of Faith.

My faith is not my own.  I wish I could say that it was, but it is not.  I am not the procurer of faith. I do not fashion or shape it.  It is not my own vantage point that makes faith prosper or fester. Instead, there is something greater at play here.  

Each day I am reminded that I am I singing a song that has existed for centuries.  A song that I may add a line or two in reflection, but I am not its creator, nor will my voice carry a note longer than anyone else’s.  Instead, I am simply singing in unison.

It is true that Francis sang to the plants and spoke with the animals.  Still others can hear the cacophony of notes and expressions in the crashing of waves.  As the rain beats down on our fabricated landscapes and the song of the Malamute calls out to a world saturated in the songs of longing, I am reminded that no new arrangements exist in this concert.  Instead, I am both listening and performing with countless others whose song is celebrated by the  audience of One who loves to hear us.  

Singing must be a part of our lives.  Without song, we are destined only to know the arrangement, recognize the notes, even acquiesce to the the theory.  If in our hearts we cannot sing boldly balanced with humility we will confuse the greater role of our song.  The task in our lives is to be willing to accept that our task is not a task at all.   Instead, it is our voice that calls out to deep and it is the song of our hearts that allows us to join naturally in this chorus of faith.