🎵 “Standing on the promises of Christ my King, Through eternal ages, let his praises ring, Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing, Standing on the promises of God, Standing, standing, standing on the promises of God, my Saviour, Standing, standing, I’m standing on the promises of God” 🎶
Above is the first stanza of an amazing hymn. But, someone shared something in a workshop that talked about the education reform! She said, “In Uganda, Africa, we were taught in schools and books, not to smoke, but we still smoke. It is like the book belongs in its own world and we belong in our own.”
I therefore bring her argument here. This hymn was sang this morning at my mom’s local Anglican church, but it was just sang. Men’s psychology and singing isn’t in tandem.
A young man worried to death about rent is singing those lyrics! Is he verily standing on the promise that God shall supply all his needs according to His riches in glory through Christ?
Another mother is crying, sobbing, weeping over a doctor’s report over cancer or covid, but is she standing on the promise that Christ bore her sin on the tree, and received a beating for her cancer, by whose stripes she was healed? Is she really standing on this promise!
A teenager is singing the same song as his eyes look away in a daze at the stained glass of a round window up above the apse, beyond a timber cross having Christ showing his nailed pierced hands in a beckoning of welcome.
He wonders what the future has for him. He wonders about university, and after that. He receives a blank image of his to be and he shivers of the unknown. He has forgotten the promise, where God said He has plans for him, plans to bring him prosperity and not disaster, to give him a future and a hope (and an expected end)
Others are shaken by all kinds of news. Shaken to the core, they’ve forgotten the promise that God would keep them in perfect peace whose minds are stayed on Him.
What’s our responsibility then? So that we end this madness of singing lies or, not critically thinking about the song that rings from our lips. We ought to KNOW the promises of Christ our savior. We ought to revisit them daily, these promises of our God.
We have to meditate upon these promises day and night, letting them not depart from our mouths, observing to do accordingly to want they say; if they say not to worry, then we observe it. If these promises say our steps shall be guided by the Lord, then we shall not be moved.
If these promises say we are healed, our observance is to know that contrary reports are lies and therefore are not to be given any accolade or attention, not even the slightest.
My prayer is that you not only have one promise of God to stand on but are equipped and saturated with many enough, for various situations that will come in your walk of life; and when they come, they’ll find you, not only just standing, but standing with a grip on a solid ROCK, that when they blow boisterously—these life winds— that your house won’t an inch be moved.
Hallelujah!
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