Notes on Creativity: Psalm 137

Went on a trip last Sunday and saw old churches along the South. I saw this waterlogged piano stashed away and it brought to mind one of my favorite Psalms, Psalm 137 // 

The people of Israel were handed over to the Babylonians, because of their refusal to turn away from sin and idolatry. Now they had no place to worship, no song to sing. They hung their lyres by the willow trees. They sat down and wept. They refused to sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land. // 

Sin does this. Robs us of joy, of music, of worship. Brings us to the land of the enemy. We weep at the banks of its rivers. The creative soul is crippled if it is not free to worship its creator.  Musicians, you know this. Artists, you know this. My favorite part, and always an admonition to myself, is “let my right hand forget its skill, let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I do not remember you”. The words I piece together are nothing if they do not find their place in front of God’s throne, bowing to the Author of my days. Sin attempts to steal the pages, but my Jesus redeems and restores what is rightfully His. By His grace I am rightfully His. //

 I’m sure this piano has served well. Oh, the songs the faithful have sung out of the notes it gave. May my hands do the same. May my words do the same. May the glory of my God be my highest joy. #notesoncreativity

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