Let His name be worshipped
Our Lord Jesus Christ
The Ancient of Days
We were bought by the most precious blood,
We were loved by the lover of all lovers
We praise the name above all names
Jesus Christ the Lord
The Ancient of days…………………
The song was in my mother tongue, Shona, and I had it on repeat, volume maxed, dancing and worshiping as I cooked in my kitchen. The phone rang…. private caller… I had a good mind to press the decline button but answered it anyway. “Is this Misi Simango?” asked a very calm voice at the other end of the line. “Yes it is sir”, I replied in a matching calm tone. “My name is Garda Sean McCleary (not his real name) and I’m calling to let you know that your son Phillip has been hit by a car at the traffic lights just outside his school, he is being attended by paramedics here”. Before he finished his call, I had grabbed my coat and my younger son and run into the afternoon rain towards the scene. Lying there on a stretcher was my son, a bruise on the forehead and a cut on the head with slight bleeding.
“Are you ok?” I asked as I leaned over him. “Yes mum,” he mumbled. I stood on that concrete pavement. The windscreen of the car that hit him was completely shattered but still hanging loosely. There was a dent on the bonnet but his backpack had cushioned his body from the impact. By sheer divine intervention, he had missed the concrete pavement and landed on his head on a small patch of muddy grass just beside the pavement. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh of relief in gratitude to the living God…. the song above continued playing in my head as the ambulance disappeared over the hill to Connolly Hospital.
As I walked home to pick my car, I remembered the prophecy regarding our Lord Jesus. “For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.”
Psalms 91:11-12 NIV
In him we are partakers of the same promises. For he is the head of all principality and power. The angels hear his bidding and are sent forth to minister to them that are heirs of salvation, joint heirs of everlasting life with Christ.
Dwell in the secret place of the Most High, the secret place of worship. Sing and make melody in your heart to the Lord. Arm your mouth with the high praises of God, and the double-edged sword of the Spirit (the Word of God) in your hands. Put on the whole armour of God by which you resist all the fiery darts of the enemy, and watch Satan take flight from you.
Remember Jehoshaphat and how he put the worship team of women and children in the frontline of battle. And remember Miriam’s song of triumph after the Lord had drowned Pharaoh and his entire Egyptian army in the Red Sea. Hannah’s song of triumph against her adversary Peninah and her praises to God on the birth of Samuel…… Mary and Elizabeth as they rejoiced over Jesus and John the Baptist.
What shall we say of the Psalmist David and all the wars he fought in the wilderness and on the throne. His praise was his sacrifice even in moments of depression and adversity. The joy of the Lord truly is our strength, “By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name.” Hebrews 13:15 KJV
May the fire never go out in your secret place of worship.