Last month in early July, I received a graduation present from my parents. A smartphone. My parents wanted to celebrate the completion of my 2-year part-time studies at Cornhill Scotland, hoping (and praying) it would signal an end to my formal academic studies. Mind you… a Masters of Divinity from the States does look appealing!
Previously, I used a trekkie-style flip-phone, more specifically a Sony Ericsson W300i since 2005/2006. I now own a Motorola G (4G Edition). Being a bit of a geek, I won’t divulge in writing the technical details. Feel free to Google both models for the tech spec for your reading pleasure… You may find yourself laughing and crying!
Today’s blog title is not a shout of praise for owning a new phone. I am of course, thankful and grateful for the love of my parents who wanted to express their love and buy a new toy for me. I even had to tell my parents that they didn’t need to bother, as I was very happy owning a dinky brickphone that I could slip inside a pocket. It is so old, nobody would even dare or care to pick pocket (even when I was in Hong Kong earlier this year). For most people, it is the most repulsive thing known to man, but at least the phone can churn out 2-weeks worth of battery life in a single charge, unlike modern day smartphones. That of course, I will gloat about!
The blog title is merely a reflection of a song that I have chosen to play to wake me up each and every morning… only if there’s enough juice to kickstart the app to wake me up in the first place!
It is of course, “Hallelujah“ (Messiah) from George Frideric Handel (a.k.a. Handel).
It seems such an odd choice to play classical music as a wake up song. Yes, and no.
Previously, I configured my Sony brickphone to play “I am the Doctor” by Murray Gold, who composed a rather exciting orchestral soundtrack from BBC’s Doctor Who (Series 5). I generally prefer classical music, as I love the journey that orchestral music can take the listener. And since there are no lyrics embedded in classical music, I don’t need to think.
As a side-stepping change from Doctor Who music, I wanted to wake up and be reminded of the word “Hallelujah” – a simple spoken word that folk often struggle to spell – and at times pronounce.
In recent years, I am thankful to wake up with good health and see another morning. It may seem like a radical way of appreciating life, but I feel driven and determined to give thanks to the LORD for the days that I live and have, that I may use this time to serve and build for His Kingdom Come and give Him the glory in everyday possible.
And no, I don’t take or need any happy pill. I simply want to discipline myself from the distractions of the world, and strive to honour God with the relatively limited time that we have in this rather short live. I simply want to honour God as a form of personal worship by expressing my “Hallelujah” to God each and every day.
At the time of writing at the start of another month in August, I am still out of work. Doors have closed like crazy throughout the year so far, but my Spirit is at peace and I can freely say that I have joy in Christ. Remember that happiness is different to joy. Happiness is a result often associated with the human elements of everyday life, or the material things that we choose to worship (think about it). Joy however, can only be found through Christ Jesus. After all, Jesus declared to Thomas in the Good News of the Gospels that “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6, ESV)
Life may not be going the way you “expect” it to unfold, but it’s the hope in Christ that can find true joy, knowing that He gives eternal life to those who believe and accept Him as LORD.
“…if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” (Romans 10:9, ESV)
When was the last time that you expressed or meditated on the word “Hallelujah”?