Here I am siblings, as the drums sound plucks me from the drudgery of routine and catapults me without drama. We are not frolicking in dances as we are massively bona fide citizens. The dramatist is motivated as she transfers us into the tranquillity of soul, mind and body. This is the place to be, as it is not a market square of squabbles and squirrels. It is a lofty spot where we extinguish our exaggerations in favour of His exaltation. We are called here to offer exceptional praise and not experimental pride. The purpose of these pursuits is to take the battle back to the enemy’s business plaza. Resplendent, restoration, resolve and refinement are decking words of our lifestyle.
It is a time for singing and ticking, with no economy of words. We move in stupendous splendour and grandiose balance. Why do we do this? Because we are sufficiently persuaded of palpable triumph. These transactions were never meant to be conducted in conundrums and controversies. They were rather cut out from the beginning for biblical bigness. Lamentably many have sought this bigness and in the process lost the giver.
Gospel music has been shaped into an industry. This so-called industry has been overrun by merchandisers who either bait with a lethal venom or bite with deadly fangs, before exchanging you for thirty pieces of silver. They pull multitudes and take them to the highest level of emotional and physical satisfaction, but leave them spiritually in Queer Street. They are a clique of the so-called gospel artists. To them, being under authority, accountability and singing in spirit are vocabularies. Their songs are glazed with good news but inside are goofing news. Dry and inane are the outcome of adrenaline-charged concerts.
Contemporary gospel music does not mean contaminated gospel music. Study to show thyself approved.
Timothy sat under Paul. Elisha sat under Elijah. Sit under some authority – authority that is Bible-based, Christ-led, and Spirit-filled. Learn Biblical theology correctly, get immersed in the Word, and then go out to sing. Contrarily, you will poison us to hell.
We still have a few worshippers. They are out there, and you know them. When they sing, they move people to God. They do not only broadcast the Good News employing art but also through lifestyle. They are the remnants. They can become a Jeremiah; take those who are dangling precariously by hand, and guide them through the processes of becoming worshippers. Where are the pathfinders? Come forth and fix a generation that is about to be wasted.