Cheesy.
But encouraging somehow to the two who are far from each other, perhaps hours away, states away, a world away: there is one moon, and it can connect our dots. The plea for something in common between two, far separated.
I encountered anew a familiar song this weekend, O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing.
It holds this stanza:
Glory to God and praise and love
Be ever, ever given
By saints below and saints above,
The church in earth and Heaven.
I remembered that plea for commonality.
Somehow I don't think Robb looks at the same moon I do at night. Perhaps he does, but I suspect his sky is far more celestial than the one I can see.
But, as I sang, I wondered about him singing the very same song, along with me. Just as we have sung for more than a decade of Sundays beside one another, still we sing together, the church in earth and Heaven.
He is where he is, I am where I am, and together we sing. Maybe the same song, sometimes. Always to the same God.
He connects our dots.
3 comments:
I love this post! I had the same thought one Sunday a while back when they sang a song from when I was little, and I remember for some reason having my head pressed against my dad's chest during worship (I was maybe 3), hearing the rumble of his voice. Now, he is worshiping the same God, with probably an even more beautiful song, but nonetheless...I get what you're saying.
Your posts are always so encouraging and thought provoking. Thank you for sharing your heart!
yes tricia!...still singing together praising the same god! and teaching your two boy about that same god!...love terry
Hebrews 13:8
Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and to day, and for ever.
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