“And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.” Psalm 40:3
The sermon is unique; indeed, it is a sermon in song–I could tell that from what I heard last night, and from Jerry’s exclamations. Throughout the sermon, which lasted nearly two hours, Charles Grisham spoke of the words of songs, and his church experiences with songs, the significance of old hymns, and he sang as he preached–dozens of songs.
Singing is wonderful. It is liberating, refreshing and cleansing. It reduces stress, preaches sermons, prays intensely, releases tears, brings laughter, quiets babies and soothes the dying. It leads people into worship, entertains, instructs, quotes poetry, looses the reluctant tongue, rouses the heart into emotional response, and evokes feelings of patriotism and allegiance (think The Star Spangled Banner and God Bless America.) Singing elicits deep commitment beside evening campfires and, in altars around the world, draws repentant people to their knees.
Oh, yes, there are sermons in song. And with Charles Grisham, but from our own mouths, come the new song–a song not sung before, but sung heartily now–one of praise unto our God.