In life, sooner or later, we come to the midnight hour. The hour comes when all is black, when myriad shapes seem to haunt our paths, when the very blackness appalls and our hearts cry out in utter despair. We fear the night and we dread what the day may bring forth. We do have our midnights, do we not? We suffer nights of sorrow and nights of persecution, nights of doubt and nights of anxiety, nights of pain and nights of ignorance, nights of grief and nights of shame, nights of disappointment and nights of solemn regret. We experience nights of all kinds which press upon our spirits and terrify our souls. Sometimes in life, the most potent defense we have against the howling winds of adversity is the faith to sing songs in the night. When life begin to choke us, when circumstances push us into a corner, when Gods providence appears adverse, when our spiritual wiring short-circuits, we can still sing a song. While awaiting deliverance, we can still sing songs of triumph and praise. We sing because we have learned that even in the blackest night, there are still some little lamps burning in the night sky of our souls. However dark it may be, we can find some little comfort, some little joy, some little mercy, some little promise, some spark of hope to lift our spirits and elevate our souls. Let God give you a song in your midnight hour. |
