With Singing

“All my soul, with singing, offered for a sacrifice to thee.”  ~Eia, Jesu Adorande, John Mauburn. 1494

All my soul.  With singing.

Singing.

It’s the paradox of Christianity in a simple phrase, isn’t it?  Joyful sacrifice.  Let me give to Him everything that I am.  Let me offer to Him my very soul.

But let me do it singing.

It is so easy to fall into the trap of thinking of sacrifice of any kind as a burden, as painful, or unpleasant.  When is doesn’t have to be.  It isn’t even supposed to be.  He asks nothing less than what He has already given to us, which is everything we are, have, or ever will be.  All of it is His. Let us then give it back into His hands, with a song of praise upon our lips.

Sing unto the LORD with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God Ps147:7

Are you singing to Him today?  Is is a slow and melancholy tune, or one full of hopefulness? Does your life become a dirge or are you bursting forth with “Alleluias”? Do you sound with the choirs of angels, or are you sounding forth on the songs of men?

All my soul, with singing………

What kind of tune will yours be?