Anyone can sing when the skies are blue, the air is fresh, the flowers are dressing up the world, and your spirit is soaring. To the best of my knowledge, your Father in Heaven enjoys and appreciates that singing.
But the kind He values most, the singing that thrills His heart, the praise that establishes forever that you are His and He is yours, Scripture calls “songs in the night.”
If you can praise Him when you’re feeling lousy, when the news is terrible, when the bank account is busted, the news from the doctor is bleak, the family is in rebellion and nothing good is going on in your life, then one of two things is true: either you’re a nut in hopeless denial, or you know something. Some. Big. Thing.
He giveth songs in the night.(Job 35:10)
Thelma Wells is someone you need to know.
This precious lady was born to an unwed mother with more problems than any one soul should ever have. She was a severely deformed teenager with no husband and no place to go, since her own abusive mother insisted that she take the baby and leave. The poor unwed teenage mother found work as a maid cleaning ‘the big house’ while living with her baby daughter in servants’ quarters.
Eventually, little Thelma went to live with her great-grandparents, who named her Thelma Louise Smith and adored her. They took her to church–every blessed day of the week, as grownup Thelma remembers. Her great-grandmother was down at the church for some kind of meeting or ministry or activity every day. Thelma learned to love the church and grew to love the hymns and songs of praise. That would come in handy more than she knew.
From time to time, Thelma, still a little child, would be taken to live with her grandmother, the abusive woman who had kicked out Thelma’s mother. True to form, the woman abused little Thelma too. She was locked in a dark, smelly, insect-infested closet until just before her grandfather came home. Then her grandmother would take her out, clean her up, and act as if all was well.
Imagine the horrors to a little child who is locked inside a dark closet for most of the hours of a day. What kind of mental and emotional abuse is this?
Without knowing one thing more, we would conclude that Thelma Louise Smith grew up mentally and emotionally ill. Such treatment would scar a person for life.
In spite of her deep fear, little Thelma spent her time in the closet singing every hymn and praise song she could remember. She would sing herself to sleep in the closet. The Lord received this little girl’s innocent praise and rewarded it with an abundant life of joy, protecting her from feelings of anger or bitterness.
Thelma Smith Wells is an author, a nationally known speaker at women’s events, and a mother of three, grandmother of eight, and great-grandmother of two. She is Somebody. She is a dear sister in Christ. And she is my hero.
Songs in the night? How about “He giveth songs in the closet!”
Paul and Silas testified that He giveth songs in the jail (Acts 16). Thrown into prison unjustly and locked into stocks after receiving the beating of their lives, they were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them (16:25).
I find that fascinating. Do you suppose Paul turned to Silas and said, “Si, I just feel like singing?” The idea is comical. These men were miserable. Their backs were open wounds. I can hear one of us murmuring, “Lord, where are you? We’ve been working for you, trying to bless these people, and look how they’ve treated us! Where are you, God?”
Not these men. They sang. Not because they felt like singing. They sang because it was that or cry, and they chose to sing.
Sometimes you sing by faith.
Suddenly, God sent an earthquake that burst the locks loose, knocked the doors off their hinges, and awakened the sleeping jailer. He called for a torch, then ran into their cell, fell down before them, and said, “What must I do to get what you have?”
When you are in the night, in the closet, in the jail, the world will listen to your song.
But not until then.
Don’t miss that point. Sometimes the Lord will let His people be mistreated in order for their captors to hear their “songs in the night.” That’s the only way the brutes will be willing to listen. (This is the point of Matthew 10:18-19.)
If you find yourself mistreated and thrown into a miserable situation, seize this truth: The Lord wants someone to hear you praising Him in the middle of that mess. Your audience will conclude either that you are crazy or you have something they lack.
You have Something.
My nomination for the best book title of any year is Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. This lady–a national treasure if America has ever had one–revealed her story of abuse and mistreatment and the faith that brought her through.
I stuck my head into a hospital room to say hello to the patient. Mrs. Vaughan was an elderly friend, the grandmother of young Cindy whom my son was dating, and a member of a nearby church. Seeing her name on the hospital roster, I wanted to know if she was all right.
“I’m fine, pastor,” she laughed. “You know I live alone. Evidently, I passed out yesterday and when I came to, I was lying on the floor. Before pushing the lifeline for help, I decided to take inventory to see if I might have had a stroke.”
“I pulled myself up onto the bed and began the process. I wiggled my toes and they all worked. I moved my fingers back and forth and they were all working.”
“And then I began to sing. Because I knew if I could still sing, everything was all right.”
Let the saints be joyful in glory; let them sing aloud on their beds.(Psalm 149:5)
Do you still have your song? He giveth songs, you know. And not just for the sunny days.
He giveth songs in the night, in the closet, in the jail, and in the hospital room.
Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.(Psalm 150:6)
In the night His song shall be with me–a prayer to the God of my life.(Psalm 42:8)
I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart, and my spirit makes diligent search.(Psalm 77:6)
Jack Hinton was pastoring a church in New Bern, NC that had sent a team on a mission trip to the Caribbean. One day they ministered at a leprosarium in Tobago. As they visited with the patients, they were devastated at the effects of leprosy on the human body.
The director invited them into their little chapel for a worship service. As the patients entered, Pastor Jack noticed something strange. One of the women lepers came in and sat down, and turned her chair to face the rear wall.
The Carolinians led them in scriptures and testimonies, prayers and hymnns. Finally, the pastor announced they had time for one more song. Did anyone have a favorite?
For the first time, the woman on the back row turned around and raised her hand.
Pastor Jack found himself staring into the most hideous face he had ever seen. The poor woman had no lips and no nose. And when she raised her hand to make a request, there was no hand there; just a bony nub.
She said, “Could we sing ‘Count Your Many Blessings’?”
Pastor Jack stood there staring at the woman, the tears welling up in his throat. Unable to get a word out, he stepped out a side door and another member of the group led the song. One of the men walked outside and put his arm around the pastor.
“You’ll never sing that song again, will you, Jack?”
Jack said, “Oh yes, I’ll sing it. But not in the same way.”
Perhaps the greatest praise scripture in all the Bible is the final three verses of the prophecy of Habakkuk.
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
And there be no fruit on the vines.
Though the yield of the olive should fail,
And the fields produce no food.
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold,
And there be no cattle in the stalls,
Yet, I will exult in the Lord.
I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength,
And He has made my feet like hinds’ feet (the sure-footed mountain goat);
He causes me to walk on my high places.
He giveth songs in the night. In the closet. In the jail. In the hospital room. In the darkest, deepest, loneliest, saddest times of life.
“There’s within my heart a melody, Jesus whispers sweet and low.”
I read I Kow Why The Caged Bird Sings back in the 60s and Maya Angelou became one of my heroes. I have followed her and have such admiration for what she has accomplished. A few years ago I told a group that I often ponder why some people who have so little can achieve so much and others with so much waste their lives. Maybe the answer is they remember to sing.
Joe: Very good writing. Stories from family and real life have a way of speaking to our hearts. This is a story about my Grandmother as told to me by my mother. One day Grandmother went to the chicken yard and picked out a chicken she wanted to prepare for a meal. She cradled the chicken in her arms. She made her way to place of preparation. On the way the chicken started singing, cackling, and when Grandmother got to the place she could not do the deed. The chicken was happily singing all the way. She let the chicken go on it’s way.
When we sing the Lord’s songs budens become lighter. Begin to sing the songs of the Lord when you face seemingly insurmountable difficulties. In those times God will speak to you and help you get through the hard time.
Thank you for this, Bro. Joe. I know someone who needs this message, and I’ve printed it for her.
BTW, Tara told me about her visit with you in Mobile. I’m glad you were there to get an update from her.
Blessings and many thanks for what you mean to me and my family.
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Thank you. I couldn’t sing Sunday. I wondered if maybe I just needed to hear and feel the worship – the music and the words. I’m still talking this through with God – trying to discern whether this is just a time to “be still” or is his desire for me to “sing anyway.”
we have a song on you tube when you don’t feel like singing. I wrote this song during a dark night that lasted for awhile in my life I learned to sing anyway. my daughter sent me this link thanks to her to GOD and to all of you go look and listen to our song take a minute to leave us a thumbs up thanks much dhall
I’ve heard Thelma speak and give her testimony. What a beautiful example of Him turning a test into a testimony, a mess into a message.
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