As Worship Choir Members, we are encouraged to spend time with one of the songs until it becomes a part of us, as a way of preparing our hearts to lead worship.
Last night at choir practice we practiced, “Blessed Be Your Name” by Matt Redman.
I find an unexpected disinterest in this song tonight
I have lived this song for six years.
I know all about this song.
We sang it at the memorial service for Gordon.
Maybe I just don’t want to go there right now – not this week anyway.
This morning during my quiet time I pick up the song sheet
(intending to choose one of the other songs.)
But I find myself drawn to
(really more like pushed/pulled)
“Blessed Be Your Name.”
I have learned that resistance usually means I need to pay attention.
I take time to remember:
NorthSuburban Sunday morning worship
Brian Dainsburg introduces “Blessed be Your Name.”
I like this song – it’s upbeat. I like the words.
But wait a minute – the words,
I didn’t expect these words
a road marked with suffering
pain in the offering
Mostly I just notice them.
“Blessed Be Your Name?”
Des Plaines, Gerald’s home
He’s singing loudly to little Jake,
teaching him “Blessed Be Your Name.
“He gives and takes away, He gives and takes away.
My heart will choose to say, Lord blessed be your name.”
Jill’s Dad has recently died of ALS.
“How do you feel about that song,” I ask her,
“As long as you don’t sing it lightly,” she replies.
Blessed be Your Name
Nov. 10, 2005:
Billings, Montana . . .
Carol’s kitchen table . . .
Family gathered . . .
We are planning Gordon’s memorial service.
Carol wants to sing “Blessed Be Your Name.”
She says she heard it on the radio
on the long drive home on Tuesday morning
expecting to see Gordon,
thinking “I might need that song.”
finding an hour later he’s gone.
Blessed be Your Name!
And now, two days later,
she wants us to sing this song
at his memorial service.
“Are you OK with it?” she asks us.
I tell them about Gerald singing to Jake
and Jill telling us not to sing it lightly.
“We will sing it,” we decide.
At least our lips will form the words.
We all do.
Blessed Be Your Name!
Deerfield, Worship team practice.
“Blessed Be Your Name.”
There are tears, always tears with this song.
Today the words strike me in a new way:
There is a real road.
A road in the mountains of Montana.
A literal road marked with suffering.
Pain in the offering
And still, we say,
Blessed Be Your Name.”
Again I notice.
I don’t want to think about it!
But I allow myself to remember
and celebrate anew the truth of
“Blessed Be Your Name!”