I was reading about King David this morning in 1 Chronicles 15 bringing the Ark of God into Jerusalem. David knew how to throw a holy party to remember, he was a man who knew how to celebrate unashamedly.
So all Israel brought up the ark of the covenant of the Lord with shouts, with the sounding of rams’ horns and trumpets, and of cymbals, and the playing of lyres and harps. As the ark of the covenant of the Lord was entering the City of David, Michal daughter of Saul watched from a window. And when she saw King David dancing and celebrating, she despised him in her heart. 1 Chronicles 15: 28-29.
What a sight that must have been, at the head of the procession David danced and sang to the God as if his life depended on it. You can imagine the weary grumblers tutting at their King, “has he no shame?” they would whisper. Some of his nearest and dearest were embarrassed, but David was in the moment praising God.
It reminds me of a story I heard about that great English man of God, Smith Wigglesworth. A friend had given him tickets to the Royal Albert Hall in London to hear Handel’s Messiah. A beautiful venue filled with all the great and good of the society. On the closing notes of the performance Smith Wigglesworth jumped up out of his seat shouting hallelujahs and praising God! That story still gives me a chuckle and a hallelujah in my heart.
Let me tell you a secret, I praise God too! I love my christian music. I enjoy nothing better than ratcheting up the volume on my speakers and joining in right there in my front room, or the kitchen even as long as I’m not cutting veggies that is. Our Father God loves us and our sacrifices of money or service, but a sacrifice of praise is precious to Him to.
Today let us together lift our voices (and maybe bust some moves) in praise of Almighty God, our loving Father.