Thy Will Be Done

We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box. 
     ~Robert Fulghum
 
 
Don’t look for shortcuts to God. The market is flooded with surefire, easygoing formulas for a successful life that can be practiced in your spare time. Don’t fall for that stuff, even though crowds of people do. The way to life—to God!—is vigorous and requires total attention.
     ~ Matthew 7:13
 
     Recently I heard about someone getting picked up with 10,000 dollars in cash and tickets.  A couple were selling tickets to Heaven and promising prime seats.  The sad news is that they had $10,000 dollars that showed someone believed them.  They were saving up for money for drugs.   Oh the folly!  We see right through it don’t we?
     Yet, I watched my mom fly my ailing father to Mexico for miracle cancer treatments, see countless prayer requests on social media that suggest that God is a magic wand to be waved over illness, depression, bankruptcy, abuse and it will all magically disappear.
    My father died of a cancerous brain tumor, people get sick, depressed, become bankrupt…while believing in God and so many don’t give up!  Perhaps they prayed the prayer that never fails, a prayer I saw popularized, or “came to light” while reading the Mitford Series by Jan Karon.  Whenever the character got to the corner of Rock and Hard Place, the prayed it.  Simple, tough, flawless “They Will Be Done.”
 
     You are facing that impossible situation, living through the nightmare, looking for any sign.  You have tried everything.  You have missed the last clue you recognized.  He is there.  In the midst of it, in the light, in the darkness.  This song by Craig Courtney is one of my top five choral anthems we have ever sung.      
     Our accompanist plays like she was at the crucifixion, waited the three days, and saw the light of the third morning. Our director of music conducts as if he saw the whole thing, and sat down and wept into the music of his life. They pull the essence of the composer’s intent and pour it through their bodies and souls.   And then we sing.  Or, at least the rest of the choir does. 
     Try the prayer that never fails.   Sing. Cry. Praise His Holy name. 
Thy Will Be Done – sung slightly slower that we sing it, but oh the words!
 
Because of Him,
Linda
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