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Blog: Songs of praise and tears of joy

Vieraskieliset / In-english
29.11.2022 7.00

Juttua muokattu:

7.10. 10:53

Text: Lii­sa Lil­va­nen-Pel­ko­nen

Trans­la­ti­on: Sirk­ka-Lii­sa Lei­no­nen

If I were as­ked to choo­se one thing that I could do fo­re­ver, it would be an ea­sy choi­ce. I could sing fo­re­ver in the big tent at Sum­mer Ser­vi­ces. I am sure many pe­op­le ag­ree with me. It is so­met­hing one can on­ly ex­pe­rien­ce by being pre­sent in the tent.

Last sum­mer, the tent was al­wa­ys full in the eve­ning. That has of­ten been the case in pre­vi­ous Sum­mer Ser­vi­ces, too. But for some re­a­son, it see­med ex­cep­ti­o­nal­ly pre­ci­ous, oc­ca­si­o­nal­ly qui­te touc­hing, to be ab­le to sing at the 2022 ser­vi­ces in Lop­pi. When I came back home and went to work, I still sang in the car. Te­ars of joy stre­a­med down my face, and I see­med to hear the buzz and noi­se of the tent at the backg­round.

I find it is ea­sy to sing in a big crowd. I feel light. I do not even hear my own voi­ce, and it does not mat­ter if I miss out a line or use the ol­der words of the song at some point. It is hard to read the words in the se­mi­dark­ness, they just come from me­mo­ry.

Many songs and hymns of prai­se were sung at the 2022 Sum­mer Ser­vi­ces. One could hear the gra­ti­tu­de in the sin­ging, the sounds of prai­se we are told about in the Bib­le.

While sin­ging, I al­so thought about the ser­vi­ce gu­ests who had not yet found the li­ving faith, but had come to the Sum­mer Ser­vi­ces to see and lis­ten. Ma­y­be the He­a­ven­ly Fat­her spoke to them through the po­wer­ful sin­ging.

Sin­ging at Sum­mer Ser­vi­ces co­mes from the he­art. Alt­hough I sing for hours du­ring the ser­vi­ce wee­kend, my throat does not get sore and I do not feel the sligh­test strain. I do not get ti­red of sin­ging. At ti­mes I feel qui­te un­re­al. The songs take my thoughts to he­a­ven or to Je­sus’ cross. I won­der if there can be anyt­hing lo­ve­lier than this anyw­he­re, even in he­a­ven.

But I know that we have been pro­mi­sed so­met­hing even bet­ter, so­met­hing so good that we can­not even ima­gi­ne it. And we can pray with the words of the hymn that was sung with such po­wer and gran­deur at the ser­vi­ces: "Je­sus, to that joy, take us to that joy, to that re­joi­cing throng. Through yo­ur de­ath and re­sur­rec­ti­on we soon will know their song – amen, we sing amen, so shall it be, amen! Oh, Lords of hosts, amen!" (SHZ 587.)


Minä asun korkeudessa ja pyhyydessä, mutta asun myös murtuneiden ja nöyrien luona. Minä virvoitan murtuneiden hengen ja herätän eloon nöyrien sydämen. Jes. 57:15

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