MERRY WEDNESDAY BY PARRIS-
“I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out.” Luke 19:40
There is no other worship greater than what comes from the heart. You can travel the world and see the wonders of the world but our words become rivers of beauty. When God dwells in man all other temples bow. “Know ye not that your bodies are the temples of the Holy Ghost?” Even the angels wonder at this union! He comes to tabernacle with man! Surely if the rocks were to cry out, they would have much to say! ‘What do these stones mean?’ Then you shall let your children know, ‘Israel passed over this Jordan on dry ground’ so that all the peoples of the earth may know that the hand of the Lord is mighty, that you may fear the Lord your God forever.” Josh.4:20
The rocks have such a history to tell! Why they could retell the creation story seeing chaos become paradise. Mr. Rock felt the breath of Jacob leaning upon him as angels climbed ladders. Another Rock could share how God’s finger wrote upon Him His holy commandments. Many rocks recall being quarried for Solomon’s temple where the glory fell. Rocks were our Ebenezers; our stones of help, pillars of remembrance where oaths were made. But one rock that stands out is the stone that rolled away death from Christ. So many stones with so much to say but we will not let them! We will overthrow their noise with ours; we will break forth into our holy song, and burst the air with praise! Our stories are so much more! Spurgeon says, “These have been the happiest moments some of us have ever known—when every tongue was praise, and every heart was joy! Oh, let us renew those happy times! Let us anticipate the season when the dwellers in the East and in the West, in the North and in the South, of every age and of every climate shall assemble on the celestial hilltops and swell the everlasting song extolling Jesus Lord of all! Jesus loves the praise of many. He loves to hear the voices of all the blood-washed—“Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.” The Pharisees said, “Master, rebuke your disciples”. Cannot we be loud to shout his mercies from day to day? Do you wonder why we speak out so? Do you laugh when you see the old dance, the young twirl? Do not His kindnesses deserve to be proclaimed? Should our music be but a whisper?Issac Watts said, ”Loud as His thunders shout His praise, and sound it lofty as His Throne.”“Oh Zion, if we forget to sing let our right hand forget her cunning if we count not the King’s triumph above our chief joy.” Ps. 137:5