Text: Psalm 89:1-4
There are those songs. You know the songs of which I speak. Songs laced with a hypnotic melody that cause them to be forever burned into our memory. Songs so infectious that they appear to jump from one person to another like a bad cold. A young man on a subway is singing a little tune. An older gentleman sitting near him exits and whistles the tune as he scurries down the sidewalk. A lady passing by picks up the tune and carries it with her to the waiting elevator and its only occupant – you. She exits on the third floor and by the fifth floor, your toe is tapping and the humming begins. Despite your best efforts, you can’t stop it. By the seventh floor, you give up the fight and belt out your off-key rendition of “I Write the Songs”.
The writer of the 89th Psalm understands about infectious songs. He has a song so infectious he can’t help but sing it. He has a song that must be released or he’ll burst. It is a song of God’s amazing love and faithfulness. Your love, God, is my song, and I’ll sing it! I’m forever telling everyone how faithful you are. I’ll never quit telling the story of your love.” (Psalm 89:1 – the Message)
This Advent season may we be unable to stop ourselves. May we belt out the beautiful song of God’s lavish love and fidelity. May our ceaseless humming of this amazing melody pour out onto all who share space with us and go on to infect the entire world this Advent season.
