Every Sunday, in churches all over the world, people lift their voices and sing words to a God they can’t see. From the outside it can look strange. From the inside it’s anything but.
Singing is a way our our souls commune with God; it exalts and glorifies God; prepares our hearts for the Word; and it can also prepare us for spiritual battle.
But singing is not limited to church walls. We can worship in the privacy of our own home, as we are diriving down the road, in Bible Study, wiith our children…..the opportunities are limitless.
The beauty of it is it guards our hearts from a noisy world and anchors us in something bigger than the news cycle.
When we sing, we’re saying: God is good even when this week wasn’t. Christ is risen even when our hopes feel buried. The Spirit is here even when the room feels empty.
Paul and Silas knew the power of worship. They sang while in prison, the chains of the prison doors were broken, the doors opened, and some onlookers came to Christ.
So sing. Sing badly if you have to. The point isn’t the performance — it’s the proclamation, the communion, and the power of praise released upon circumstances that may otherwise seem dire. Outside of the sweet aroma your worship offers to God, the work it does in your own heart, you never know who may be listening.