the sound of thunder growing from earth’s floor became more pronounced. The sound begins in the low rumble of the afflicted crying towards the Heavens searching, hoping desperate for the promises of God to be there in the time of need. The sound of complex melodies, as one they blend and are held together, rising and falling as the need ebbs and flows. In their individuality the melody gets torn into soulful, mournful pieces of broken bits and breaks of the calamities of life.

For as many sounds as the hurt and downtrodden can make so are the sounds that become the cries of the faithful. For every death, life sings anew. Individually and collectively every loss begins and sprouts something new to hold to. For the giants, the goliaths of fear and loneliness, there is a stone of david to calm and comfort. When the jerichoes of oppression and frustration seem insurmountable there is the sound of trumpets, yelling and marching determined in their resolve to bring those walls down.

when the fiery pit of greed, lust and addictions comes to overwhelm us, there is the fountain of life that quenches and satisfies so that one will thirst no more. when The rhythmic pounding of earth’s broken promises is deafening, there comes the bridge of melodies that takes us from the perils of everyday to the streets of gold.

From the dark distance, the rumble of the horizon wails its brokenness, the sobbing and crying huddled in their pools of pity. The songs, different instruments all playing the same tune of want, the cry of the needy all come together, pounding, the headaches, the stress, the cancers that nag and tear at the fiber of our health and our strength wreck our spirit.

We want to run, to turn off the music, to escape, using unholy methods to satiate our desires, to comfort our wounds. And just our fingers weaken, just as we begin to spiral to the vortex of despair, the musical riffs seem to transcend us from the depths, Though still cries, the songs of hurt and pain become the arpeggios of relief and comfort. The stone is rolled away from the tomb of dependency, reliance and subjection to reveal freedom, mercy and grace for help in time of need.

the broken vision of the convicted and crucified is replaced by the wholeness of redemption and salvation. Where fear and lack once played dark dirges, courage and abundance reign in upbeats and upwords, upwards to the endless Heavens. The cries of tears becomes the shouts of joy and victory, the notes of freedom from every calamity, every obstacle we encounter. The song remains the same, the way, truth and life becomes the chorus of the forgiven. The ballads of the brokenhearted become the anthems of redemption. 070308