God works at night. He uses the darkness of the sky like he uses the darkness in us: to show His glory and redemption. Nights in the village were what I imagined heaven to sound like. The music swelled and rose over the village like a living thing reaching out hoping that those who heard it were feeling the same things as those who had loosed it; the hunger, the fear, the passion, the pain, the adoration. Oh what a thirst cry, thirsty for something greater than itself—for living water. The sound wrapped around me like a wave of inner jubilee and simultaneously, terrifying stillness. In that moment of melodic bliss I was reminded of something beyond the miniscule spec of earth that I took up and I experienced something greater—God. What grace and majesty has He who can evoke such a sound from the people not just in this place but in many. When I heard that beautiful measure of emotion escape the lips of those who have so little and give it back tenfold, I remembered myself, my place, my God, and how they fit together.
“The LORD your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
He will quiet you with his love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”
Zephaniah 3:17
