THE SAD SONGS:
Listen to the pace and the melody of a sad song. As far as I can tell, I am not educated in music, all the notes are arranged in minor scale. I suppose there’s a technical name for that, but it escapes my mind. For it escapes my desire to learn.
It is a melody slow and deliberate. It is a melody that defies dance. It is more a melody of atrophic limbs. It is not a melody that gives our legs that leap you see in those who are presently joyful. It is far more a malady to our body than a melody.
But the soul. The soul stands still. The eyes of the soul are not shut, while its ears listen attentively.. It looks around with longing. It looks around for eternal hope. The soul sings along with sighs and groanings, imperceptible to the ears and eyes of man. And if it could be heard, Man would not understand the sounds.
The response to sad music is in full light of God’s eyes. No man can see that response. No one dances lightly down the street to a dirge. They plod along with careful steps. Introspection, for a time, is their king. Balancing their lifeless frame atop helpless hips.
From point A to point B, that is their only need. Sadly and deliberately, we live in point A. Point B is too far removed from our perception even in the best of days. How much farther when trouble attends our every waking moment?
The sad song is not the solution. It is a manifestation of the symptoms. Christ is the solution, my friends. He is the One who watches for the broken hearted. The joyful often elude his sight, even while they receive his sustaining.
Are you broken hearted? Then listen to a sad song and let your souls eyes look up. From the hills comes to Redemption. Upon the Great Hills is the glistening White Hope.
By His Grace.