Meet Gungor

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I really like Gungor’s music. Especially their acoustic stuff. It’s musically inviting and pleasantly substantial. This is just one of their songs I like. I hope you enjoy ’em as much as I do. You can visit their website here. By the by, here’s a short on their upcoming album, “ghosts upon the earth”:

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On Singing

It is the drunk man who sings loudest. And who sings quietest, but the timid churchgoer nervously looking around? Song is the marriage of the heart’s thoughts and the soul’s moving melody. To march is to drum, to dance is to drum well. But to sing, O to sing is to swim the trenches of the ocean and ride on the clouds of the firmament. The Western world has lost the art of song. Certainly there are the rare exceptions, the divas and devos, the Susan Boyles and the Paul Potts. Yet even these sing covers. Where is the bird whose life consists of an inward song? It used to be that everyone sang. Everyone. Caedmon knew this. We have forgotten. But not the drunk man.

Psalms 149:5 Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud upon their beds.

To the gentlemen and ladies who sing solely in church, have they forgotten that they are called to also sing out loud in their bed? Singing is not merely a congregational ritual. It is the personal overflow of a life in love. And your voice is longed for! No one else has your voice. No one. There are bank safes that only open to one voice. And thinkest thou that your voice has no place in the heart of your Beloved? It is pride that keeps one from singing. Pride chokes the windpipes and reddens the face. It fouls the atmosphere and hurts the listener. Lastly, it ruins the singer.

Ephesians 5:18 And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit; Speaking to yourselves in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord; Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ;

I charge the Christian reader: sing not the drunk man’s song. Be filled with the Spirit, and sing that song rising in your heart. The world is not served by your looking around with a timid voice. With your heart, with your whole heart, make melody to the Lord. Sing to Him a new song. Don’t think He hasn’t heard it. Has He heard it from your lips? Is He not worthy of your song? Behold, my Beloved is the fairest among ten thousand. His head is the finest gold. He is immortal, eternal, invisible, the only wise God. He sits enthroned above the cherubim. He rides on the wings of the wind. He makes the clouds His chariot. Grace is poured upon His lips. All glory belongs to Him.

musicographer needed.

If you can sing and translate this, don’t hesitate to contact me. I’d like to meet you. thanks =)

Oratorio for Angels

I was driving home from the prayer room this evening, windows down. On the wooded side of Jackson Street near my house, I overheard a voice singing, I presume alto. It was for a brief moment, and I was only driving by. Most likely it was some house in the woods playing its stereo loudly.

But it got me thinking.

If angels are in the created order, why do we in the West laugh at the report of angels singing?
1. They’re usually invisible.
2. Their voices are probably on a different / inaudible frequency.
3. It sounds like what we got rescued from in the Dark Ages.

What do we do with recordings of angels singing? Two options: believe or disbelieve. Third: investigate.

Now, I don’t chase tornadoes. Same with the invisible beings. I’ve never seen one, I’ve never talked with one, and I’d rather see them only if they’re escorting me to Jesus. But if I ever do see them … what then, and what for??

But here’s the point of this post. I fully believe there is another realm. Where did Handel get his “Messiah” oratorio? Rumors abound that Handel’s assistant, after calling several times for him, entered Handel’s room only to find tears streaming down his face exclaiming “I thought I saw the face of God.” Leonard Cohen was asked where he gets his songs, to which he replied “If I knew, I’d go there more often.”

And there being such a realm where angels and saints adore and worship God, it is my aim, while on this earth, to help in any way possible and bring it down to earth. Who knows, maybe some boy out in Ohio is playing his flute right now a melody that angels hope to sing. Who knows. And just think – what if you get to be the one who, straight to Yahweh, sings a solo in front of a million angels. And as you sing in His great hall, their voices crescendo with yours into holy euphony.

Just think … who writes the music?