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Hope Sings
Acts 16: 16 - 25
Have you ever thought about how pervasive music is? There has never been
a single human culture which did not produce some kind of music. We have
discovered cave paintings of prehistoric people playing flutes and
horns. Music is a part of all major occasions across all cultures;
weddings, funerals, pageants, rites of passage, birthdays,
anniversaries, parades, and festivals. But singing, in particular, is
universal.
From Wal-Mart to Wall Street, in elevators and automobiles, in the most
remote jungle villages to the most crowded city streets, music is
everywhere.
And we like it that way. We insist that our cars come equipped with the
latest technology for playing music. We buy millions of dollars worth of
music every year. It is an essential component in virtually every form
of entertainment we experience.
If you don’t believe me try this; the next time you go to a movie, pay
attention to the sound track. Imagine that same movie without music.
Soundtracks are big business, not just because of the theme song but the
it’s the music that drives the movie of our lives.
And have you noticed how music is used in advertising?
Years ago, musicologists discovered that certain kinds of music produce
predictable behaviors in people. Slow, peaceful music actually has a
physiological affect. Our heart rates slow down, our digestion is
stimulated and our saliva glands become more productive. Then some
advertising guy ran across that study and wondered if there was an
application for it in his industry. So they started playing slow,
peaceful music in grocery stores. They noticed that shoppers took their
time down the aisles. They stayed longer in the stores. The longer
shoppers stayed in the store, the more they bought. So the next time you
go to the grocery store, take your portable music device and a Van Halen
CD. You'll save money.
Then someone discovered that people can remember information better when
it is accompanied by music. So an advertiser came up with this:
Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener, That is what I'd truly love to
be. 'Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener, Everyone would be in love
with me.
If you really think about it you would see how amazing that little song
is. It is the unlikely merger of hotdogs and narcissism through the
power of music.
In Montreal, the city government was wondering how to solve the problem
of loitering gangs of teenagers in a public park. They started piping in
classical music. It was effective, the teenagers left.
In the United States, economists started rating the depressive content
of the most popular songs on the radio in order to assess consumer
optimism. By measuring consumer optimism, they could predict the gross
national product with a one to two year lead time.
And there may be no greater testimony to the power of music than the
fact that one of the first things repressive regimes do is to control
what kind of music people are permitted to listen to.
Music is an extraordinarily powerful means of communication and
expression. We even make a decision about the church we attend based on
music.
Today we are going to have a sing a little preach a little sermon. Since
the title of today’s sermon is Hope sings I thought that it would be
appropriate to do just that, sing. So as you can notice in your bulletin
we are going to use some songs to emphasize the points that we are
trying to make today.
Song Nearer My God To Thee
Last week we took our first look at hope. We talked about the importance
of memory. We look to the past to find reassurance that the future will
not be destroyed by the present. Hope -- the confident expectation that
God will take care of the future -- rests on our ability to remember. So
what does all of this discussion about music have to do with hope? Let
me share some stories with you.
Eleven-forty p.m., April 14, 1912. The largest, most luxurious steamer
to ever sail the oceans was making her way across the North Atlantic
when an iceberg sliced a gash through the hull. Within a half-hour, the
Titanic's lifeboats were adrift in the frigid waters, most of them only
half full. Within an hour, some of America's wealthiest, most
influential people, and hundreds of poor immigrants
hoping for a chance at the American dream, would go down with the ship.
What did they do once they realized the lifeboats were gone and the ship
was sinking? Legend has it that the ship's string quartet serenaded the
doomed passengers with the song we just sang, "Nearer My God to Thee."
In 1944 with the war a long way from being over, the fighting days were
over for some American soldiers. They were POW’s in Japanese prison
camps. The brutality, inhumanity and degradation of these camps were
indescribable. The prisoners were treated horribly and at times, their
lives didn't seem worth living. But in one of the camps there was a
fellow from Illinois who would sometimes hum songs to himself as the
prisoners were being led out into the fields to work.
Walking along in the sweltering heat, miserable, unfed, unwashed, he
would hum. One of those days he started humming the tune to America the
Beautiful.
The Japanese guards didn't know the song so it meant nothing to them.
But to the other prisoners, the tune evoked images of amber waves of
grain and stirred memories of purple mountain majesties. Soon, the whole
camp was humming the tune each day as they went out to work. The guards
remained oblivious to the defiance of this gesture. All they could do
was enjoy the tune and wonder why these particular prisoners seemed
impervious to the conditions of the camp.
In 1964 more than 100,000 people packed themselves onto the Mall between
the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial. For days they had
traveled on school busses to get there. Their goal was to do all they
could to end racial discrimination and segregation. What did that many
people do when they got together? Led by Marian Anderson, they sang. The
Battle Hymn of the Republic. They were one in spirit, one in tears, one
in hope.
Spring, approximately 33 AD Jesus and his disciples have shared a meal
together. Their last. His gentle hands wash their dirty feet. He
institutes the Lord's Supper, taking the bread, breaking it, blessing
it, and instilling it with a deeper meaning. He shares the cup with
them. Then he says, "This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured
out for many. I tell you the truth, I will not drink again of the fruit
of the vine until that day when I drink it anew in the kingdom of God."
His arrest is minutes away. He already feels sting of the whip, the pain
of the nails, the thrust of the spear, the separation from his Father.
And what happens next in the story? According to Matthew 26:30, " And
after singing a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives."
Will you hear one last story? I'll let Luke tell you himself. The story
is in Acts 16:16 - 25. (Read Text).
What did all of those stories have in common? Music. And those aren't
all the stories I could have told you. When the kings of Israel and
Judah asked the prophet Elisha for his prophesy about the battle, he
first answered, "Bring me a harpist," (2 Kings 3:15).
When Saul, King of Israel, was tormented by an evil spirit, David played
the harp. All through scripture, and all through the ages, when people
faced uncertain times or had reached the limits of their endurance in
difficult situations, they turned to music.
Why? Because hope not only remembers; it sings. Jimmy Lead us in our
next song.
Song My Hope Is Built On Nothing Less
From Jubal in Genesis to David in the Psalms to Paul and Silas in
prison, the language hope speaks best has always been music.
Paul commanded us to speak this language in Ephesians 5:19 - 20; "
speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing
and making melody with your heart to the Lord; always giving thanks for
all things in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ to God, even the
Father;."
In Colossians 3:15 - 16, Paul drew a tight connection between the peace
of Christ and the word of Christ and language of music. He wrote, " And
let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, to which indeed you were
called in one body; and be thankful. Let the word of Christ richly dwell
within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with
psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your
hearts to God."
I want you to notice today that these verses address your every day
life, not just special occasions. I believe that the Apostle Paul was
saying that every day we need to instruct each other by singing psalms,
hymns, and spiritual songs with thankfulness in our hearts to God.
Paul goes on to tell the Corinthians, "When you come together, everyone
has a hymn, or a word of instruction, a revelation, a tongue or an
interpretation. All of these must be done for the strengthening of the
church."
Hope sings because music strengthens. How do we often feel after a
meaningful time of worship together on Sundays? Stronger. God commands
us to sing when we meet together because music has the power to stir
hope. And once stirred, hope wants to sing like winter weary robins at
the first sign of spring.
So what's our takeaway this morning? What do we do with this interesting
connection between hope and song? Two points:
For one thing, I want to make of this connection between hope and music;
when in doubt, sing. When in grief, sing. When in sorrow, when in pain,
wherever you are, sing.
While I was a youth minister in Nashville there were 16 year old twin
brothers Mike and Jeff. One day after school Mike got on a friends 4
wheeler and took off behind the school. He was going to jump a little
bump and didn’t realize that there was a hole on the other side. The
nose of the motorcycle went in the hole and the back of it hit Mike in
the back of his head, killing him instantly.
We received word and rushed to the Hospital where we met with family and
friends and mostly just to be there in stunned disbelief. After the
family left the hospital the crowd made it’s way to our building. Still
in stunned silence, sitting in quiet in our auditorium.
Then from the back of the church a young voice began to sing How Shall
The Young Secure Their Hearts. And the group sang with him. Then after
the song the tears began to flow and these young people began to talk
and remember and took the first step to a very slow recovery.
Singing is a powerful reminder of our hope. You don’t have to sing loud,
or in tune or even have all of the right words. Singing is powerful
because it comes from the overflow of our hope. Jimmy Lets sing that
song.
Song How Shall The Young Secure Their Hearts
Here's another application I want to gently challenge us to reconsider
the place music has in our fellowship.
Too often, we have used the way we create music as a measure of our own
righteousness rather than as a good gift from a creative God for the
purpose of strengthening the church.
Let me give you a personal example. I remember very clearly standing in
line in the lunch room of Aurora Gardens Academy in New Orleans with my
friend Michael Epstein. We were in the fourth grade and we were having a
religious discussion. You could do that in school back then. I told
Michael, "We're the only ones going to heaven."
He said, "Nuh uh."
I said, "Yeah, huh. We're the only ones going to heaven because we don't
have a piano in our church."
I firmly believe that millions of members of the fellowship of Churches
of Christ will indeed be in heaven. But it’s not going to be because we
didn't have pianos in our buildings. It will be because of the blood of
Jesus Christ.
We cannot use music as a measure of our righteousness, or of someone
else's unrighteousness. Music was intended by God to strengthen the
church, not provide the measuring stick of who’s in and who’s out,
that’s false hope built on human performance.
Music is powerful, and songwriters are master communicators. A good song
can teach you more in 2 minutes that I can in a year of Sundays. Listen
to some of these words of hope found in some of our songs.
Above all powers above all kings Above all nature and all created things
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man You were here before the world
began Above all kingdoms above all thrones Above all wonders the world
has ever known Above all wealth and treasures of the earth There's no
way to measure what You're worth Crucified laid behind a stone You lived
to die rejected and alone Like a rose trampled on the ground You took
the fall and thought of me Above all
Alas! and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? Would He devote
that sacred head For such a one as I? At the cross, at the cross where I
first saw the light, And the burden of my heart rolled a way, It was
there by faith I received my sight, And now I am happy all the day!
Every time I kneel to pray, I open up my heart to the Lord Every time I
close my eyes, I feel the sweet embrace of my Lord I don't know why so
many things seem to get in the way Of seeing my God's glory But I try
everyday to see and to thank Him For all the things He's given me Every
time I see a child, I see the gentleness of my Lord Every time I watch a
storm, I know the awesome pow'r of my Lord
He leadeth me: O blessed thought! O words with heavenly comfort fraught!
Whate're I do, wheree'r I be, Still 'tis God's hand that leadeth me. He
leadeth me, He leadeth me, By his own hand He leadeth me; His faithful
follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me.
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the way For my ever wandering heart Who Am I, that
the eyes that see my sin Would look on me with love and watch me rise
again Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea Would call out
through the rain And calm the storm in me I am Yours Not because of who
I am But because of what You've done Not because of what I've done But
because of who You Are I am a flower quickly fading Here today and gone
tomorrow A wave tossed in the ocean A vapor in the wind Still You hear
me when I'm calling Lord, You catch me when I'm falling And You've told
me who I am I am Yours
If you will allow me one Last song:
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound! That saved a wretch like me! I once
was lost, but now I'm found; Was blind, but now I see. Twas grace that
taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved. How precious did
that grace appear The hour I first believed! Through many dangers, toils
and snares I have already come. Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home. When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun, We've no less days to sing God's praise Than
when we first begun.
Music is one of the reasons you need to be regular in your church
attendance. You need these songs. You need to have these tunes stuck in
your head. Because if the tune starts to rattle around up there it won't
be long before you remember the words. And the words will bring you
comfort when you're troubled. Or strength when you're weak. Or resolve
when you're tempted. Or hope when you're out of it.
When the ship is sinking, sing. When life imprisons, sing. When
oppression rules, sing. When a cross awaits, sing. The music will remind
you of the man who walked on water. It will help you remember the God
who releases the prisoners, who frees the oppressed, who raises the
crucified.
If you have no song to sing today, God can give you one. Something
happens when people get to know Jesus. They get to know hope. And hope
sings.
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