You hear a lot of rustling going on at the end of the service during the alter call. You will hear the gathering up of Bibles and jackets, the checking of time to see if service let out on time. I loved how at a women’s conference I attended the host said, “I don’t want you to be quiet. I want you to be silent!” Despite all this, my attention still couldn’t be pulled from those two friends at the altar. I noticed each had a tissue in hand and they were unsuccessfully trying to capture their every tear. I couldn’t help but feel it right along with them; those offerings. Not an Old Testament flowing of blood, but of tears.
During our homeschool devotion time that week we had read and discussed these verses:
Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths, lightning and hail, snow and clouds, stormy winds that do His bidding, you mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars, wild animals and all cattle, small creatures and flying birds…
But He answered and said to them, “I tell you that if these should keep silent, the stones would immediately cry out.”
I explained to the children how the word YWHW isn’t really a word at all. No vowels are in His name, YWHW. These letters are the name of God in Hebrew. We have added vowels to make YWHW the word Yahweh, but really it isn’t a pronounceable word. It is the sound of our every breath. So, you can say you don’t believe in God, but your every breath is declaring His name.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!
The only way to withhold His praise is to stop living. And even then the rocks will cry out. He IS worthy. He IS deserving, and He WILL be praised. Our only choice is if we will glorify God or let the rocks do it.
All of this breathing and all this shedding of tears looks like the giving of what is due, offerings and praise.
It has me thinking, why do I ever hold those tears back?
Jesus let His blood run as the ultimate sacrifice for me. Why would I ever hold back my offering of tears?
A few years ago I had thyroid cancer. The surgery left me with paralyzed vocal cords, which has narrowed my airway causing my breathing to be very loud. This is something I have been very self-conscious of. Everyone around me can hear my every breath. Now I am thinking, everyone around me can’t help but hear His name. YWHW!
Being ashamed of my breathing is being ashamed of His name.
Let us keep the altar stained and His name heard.