The Threshing Floor

Something is being thrown out the back door of many devotions and I’m finding it to be helpful to me personally. 

Hymns…precious hymns we have, that carefully and personally express to God emotions we would fail to articulate given a thousand thesauri; precious hymns that contain praises and grievances that we would obscurely identify in ourselves. Precious hymns valiantly proclaim his glory behind our heart’s pulpit. Precious hymns will sit quietly with you in sorrowful corners and whisper, “thy God will undertake.” 

Christ promised us the Comforter and his native tongue is often hymn. He is fluent for certain. In a broken world, people are not always accessible but hymns and scriptures are tucked away beneath the floorboards. 

Hymns aren’t shy. Hymns won’t be pressured to be hip and politically correct. Hymns don’t flinch at moving trends nor are they subject to age old critics and radio stations don’t dictate their merit. Hymns are primarily and passionately concerned with merging the sinner with the Father. 

They take us to precious places without need of thanks. They use the library of language without regard to being foreign or antiquated. Hymns are fearless with care. Majesty; there is a sense of it.