♫ I saw the snow cease all its falling/Beaten back by their sweet song ♫

I love the date today. I collect cool ones like this. I mean what isn't great about 11-10-09?

In other news, Jesus keeps mumbling things into me dreams. Sometimes I wish He'd speak more loudly, but this way I have to hunt, and I think that may be His point. This morning it was about music. Yesterday it was about reality, and both days the moment I rolled over and picked up my Bible He opened it to a relevant verse without my help. Show off. *twinkle* But I love it when He does that.

Back to music. Stewing about in my dreams was a mess relating to String Theory, which I wrote about formerly here. (It would probably help you understand the rest of this if you read it. I'll wait.) ......................................... Also jumbled up with String Theory was the memory of our recent concerts, a lyric I'm writing, 2 Chronicles 20:20-23, and tuning. The half-formed thought I had to hunt down when I woke up went something like this:

If God is continually singing the universe into existence, isn't it likely that things-- people, nations, circumstances, you, me-- could be out of tune with Him? I mean, if one side of the "melody" is Perfect, isn't the likelihood of our imperfect natures creating a dissonance in contrast extremely, well, likely? If we rebel against the song, go our own way as Fleetwood Mac suggests, we can expect it to be another lonely day. Outside the Divine Chord is desolate discord.
So, like a fiddle at 40-degrees-below, we need constantly to be tuned. The thought for the day was how. And this is where the verse He dropped on me came in. (You'll have to make a jump with me though; I simply hypothesize.) I flipped straight to Col. 3:16, which is "Let the word [spoken by] Christ (the Messiah) have its home [in your hearts and minds] and dwell in you in [all its] richness, as you teach and admonish and train one another in all insight and intelligence and wisdom [in spiritual things, and as you sing] psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, making melody to God with [His] grace in your hearts."

Follow: if the songs of the children of Israel helped route their enemies, if it's true like my lyric purports that evil can be beaten back by "sweet song", if good things happen when believers get together and make righteous music, if we can actually make melody in our hearts out of His grace (!), might not singing righteous songs helps retune us to the Creator? We know unrighteous music can allow the enemy into places he found previously inaccessible; could not good music gives God access to places we had previously refused Him entrance? Is music really that powerful? Once, those same children of Israel bowed down to Hathor, the Egyptian cow goddess of "sex, drugs and rock'n'roll," to borrow a paraphrase. We know that as all hell broke loose at the foot of Mount Sinai, (among other things) they sang. Discord erupted. And Moses smashed the newly-minted Word of God in disgust. Major stuff. When Israel rededicated Jerusalem under Nehemiah, they walked around the walls and sang, weaving into the bricks and mortar, as it were, a harmony with their God. Those walls stood, if I'm remembering correctly, till Israel rejected their Savior and Rome razed the City of Peace to the ground nearly 500 years later. Angels announced the birth of that same Savior with singing. Apparently even the cornerstone of the earth was laid with the songs of the morning stars (Job 38:6-7).

I wish I had remembered that all day; I could have used it, considering how jangled I felt. I think I'll get a little sing-along in before bed and call in another lovely day.