Hymns. Songs really aren’t they? Just another word for songs.
Yet when someone says hymns there’s an age expectation on it – it’s gotta be 50 years or older, something like that.
Anyway, back in the day (not 50 years as I’m only 34) hymns were the old style music and as a young person in as much as I appreciated the songs, there was something really … dry about some of the hymns. Then of course I got older and a tad wiser and learnt to love the classic hymns for their suimplicity and actually how the soaring and emotion is often in the lyrical content.
Take this masterpiece for instance. Listen to the song and then read those lyrics again – I mean in a world set to throw thrills at you from package holidays to reality TV to promiscuous sex to recreational drugs to the leisure industry, billions of pounds are pumped annually into giving people thrills. Yet imagine having nothing materially and being thrilled beyond all measure. You don’t have to imagine that if you are in Christ, because that can be a daily experience that hymns like this can remind you of. Not cheap, momentary thrills that peak at the emotional, but soul deep thrills that engages the entire being in what someone called joy.
Yeah, those old hymns. Gotta love them.
For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
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