Really Communicating

Generally when friends want to communicate with one another, we do it through words. We say it or write it. If we are excited and are jumping up and down, the other person probably doesn’t understand what we are excited about unless we tell them. In the same way, our words are important to God and they are powerful. However, our relationship with God is not limited in the way we communicate with Him and He with us, like our communication with a friend is limited. Besides the words that we speak, God also sees the meditation of our hearts, the actions of our hands, and understands our very being.

So, why do Christians limit their worship and praise to God with just singing songs. Why do we not allow our whole being to glorify God? He understands it. He created it. He deserves it. When I think about what the Lord has done for me, I can’t help but be moved (literally). I want to dance or shout. Sometimes I want to bow down or be still. Sometimes I want to sing at the top of my lungs in victory and sometimes I want to whisper in humility.

Maybe it’s time we stop communicating with God like we communicate with the sales clerk. Maybe it’s time we start really communicating with Him – in all the fullness He has given us and longs to receive.

In my walk with Christ, I often discover meaningful songs that just get me. The words are so true that my heart bursts to sing them and my whole being longs to communicate it to the Lord. Here are the lyrics of one of them…

It Is Well With My Soul
words by: Horatio G. Spafford, 1873

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

But, Lord, ‘tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh trump of the angel! Oh voice of the Lord!
Blessèd hope, blessèd rest of my soul!

And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.