The other morning, I was thinking about the Easter season that is almost upon us. This weekend we celebrate Palm Sunday and of course, the following weekend is Good Friday and Easter Sunday. While thinking about all of this, and thinking about the content of what I would preach to give it a ‘fresh air’, this Sunday, it crossed my mind that this was something that I need not do. The story of Easter in and of itself has sufficient strength and power to warrant being repeated in its simplest form because within it, we find the power of the Living Lord.
A very old hymn also came to my mind. It’s very simple, and in some peoples’ minds, especially the younger generations, it would probably be cast aside as irrelevant and/or unnecessary. It’s the hymn, ‘Tell me the old, old story’.
The first verse goes like this;
Tell me the old, old story,
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love;
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
The last two lines particularly prompted me. Just because it is the ‘old, old story’ does not mean that it has lost it’s meaning to us in this generation today. In fact, quite the opposite. What the original author was musing on was what we call the human condition. Nothing much changes with we human beings on the inside at least. We do get weak and weary. We do feel helpless and defiled at times. And we do need to hear the story of life from God simply, and as a child could understand it. To believe otherwise is to be arrogant and proud.
In contrast, there’s something lovely with the image of being like a child sitting on our Heavenly Father’s lap, listening to those stories of the world as He has made, and is making it. There’s something very comforting about that, knowing that our Father in heaven is in control, He does know what He’s doing and we can be a part of it all. In that moment, we feel His heartbeat, His love and care for us, and we are sustained and encouraged.