Wednesday, July 17

On the Doxology

We sing the Doxology twice nearly every day, with our seven children around the table though neither of us grew up in any sort of church with traditions or formal readings.

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From the time I was a little girl, every time I visited my grandparents (which was a rare occasion) and walked down the line of glossy pews flanked by arching stained glass scenes and vaulted wood carved ceiling, I was in awe.  My grandmother taught me when to kneel or stand and how to use a hymnal in worship. Here I noticed that some here had worshiped the creator with their hands, cutting leaded glass and enfolding it in metal or spending the necessary hours to painstakingly carve an alter or cross.  I was brought through the gospel message from beginning to end, on the walls and in the readings and hymns of the service. If my church was Jesus in your living room, this church was singing the Hallelujah Chorus alongside the angels by the ocean, sun shining, waves crashing; so it seemed.

When at home I grab the hands of the littles next to me and we begin to sing, I don't always feel like singing.  I praise the God who pours down blessings and I'm reminded of Job, "shall I accept the good from the Lord and not the bad" and I decidedly do not want to accept the roughing, chipping, sometimes caustic hard that forces me to turn to Him.

When we sing "Praise Him all ye creatures here below" I'm reminded how each person I pass will someday stand before God and how I wish them to praise Him now.  My vision is expanded beyond my home.

And oh that heavenly host praising God that I am singing with!  The voices I can still play in my mind of people so loved who are now praising from above.  Singing this line of the doxology reminds me to get over my "hurrumph" of not getting my way and simply praise the goodness of my God who will someday bring me out of this world that is not my home.

For a more in depth reading about the doxology, read this article, friends.


 

1 comment:

Amanda said...

A beautiful post, and thank you for sharing; I needed this.

The United Methodist Church, in which I grew up, uses three doxologies of which I know. There is the above one, which is much beloved (have you heard Nichole Nordeman's recording of it? It's beautiful), but my local church likes to sing a variation at the presentation of the offering. There is a certain comfort in the rhythm of high church liturgy.

The church you visited as a child sounds very much like mine :)