I’d like to get back to the hymns for some of our discussions.
I’m looking at the song from the 1800s, “Jesus Calls Us O’er the Tumult.” I don’t think I ever looked up that word tumult. Even as a kid, I somehow knew it meant a confusing day when you’d rather go back to bed. I don’t know what Cecil Frances Alexander had in mind when she wrote:
“Jesus calls us o’er the tumult of our life’s wild restless sea.”
She doesn’t look too wild and restless. She looks more put together than I do on my days of tumult–or any day.
Today started out as one of those mini tumult days. The electricity went off, the clock was off, so I woke David up two hours late. The rest of the day was OK, I was just so sleepy–in spite of a little extra sleep, and it was Monday. It still is. And last night I lost the pictures on my computer.
What about real tumult?
*I attended two funerals last week. One sweet friend was younger than I am. *The economy looks worse daily. Bailing out doesn’t seem to be the answer.
*There’s crime and war and sickness.
For these more serious tumultous days, let’s look at more of our song.
“Day by day His sweet voice soundeth….”
* You can follow Me or you can follow the stock market.
* You can believe me when I say, “I will not leave you as orphans” (John 14:19) or you can hope our leaders figure out how to keep us safe.
* You can confess, accept God’s forgiveness and believe Romans 8:1, “there is no condemnation to those who are in Christ Jesus,” or you can decay in your guilt.
* You can rejoice in the Lord (Philippians 3:1) or you can mullygrub like I did this morning.
I wonder if she ever felt tumultuous over being named Cecil!