Praise the Lord. Praise God in his sanctuary; praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise him for his acts of power; praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with timbrel and dancing, praise him with the strings and pipe,
praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.
Psalm 150
This is not about the day from hell, though I have days that feel like that too. This is about the day from heaven. Sunday. Yes, maybe I had to go through a little heat to actually get to a place of cool water, but oh was it good when I got there!
We started it out with youth-led worship. I got to play with three awesome guitarists, six amazing vocal worshipers and one johnny-come-lately box drummer, who got drafted because he showed up with a friend. Worked our way through Great I Am, Fairest, Indescribable, 10,000 Reasons, Amazing Love and the New Doxology.
Then, just when I think the day can’t get any better, I get to play again with two talented organists, a pianist that makes even the grand piano shake, 8 fabulous brass players and several hundred voices in a hymnfest that raised the roof.
We lived out Psalm 150 together on Sunday. And that’s the way it should be seems to me. A little heaven on earth, brought on by giving our gifts back to the one who created them in the first place.
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