For many years it has been our family’s tradition to recite Psalm 100 before we eat our Thanksgiving meal. Now with our children grown, our grandchildren grown and establishing family traditions, we are thrilled to hear that they also have adopted for the fourth generation, the reciting of this Psalm.
This morning our phone rang. We knew who it was. He is always the first one to call. And when we reminded him to read Psalm 100 today, he said “Already have.”
Whatever your family traditions are, my prayer today is that you will make it something that your children and grandchildren can pass down and in this small way keep the memory of this close thread of family tradition continuing.
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.
Serve the Lord with gladness:
come before His presence with singing.
Know ye that the Lord He is God;
It is He that hath made us, and not we ourselves;
We are His people, and the sheep of His pasture.
Enter into His gates with thanksgiving, and into His courts with praise;
Be thankful unto Him, and bless His name.
For the Lord is good; His mercy is everlasting;
and His truth endureth to all generations.
A freak sideshow in nature? No, it’s for real.
After we had moved into our new home in Florida, one of the first projects on our “to do” list was to get bird feeders up and filled. My wife and I play a game to see who can be the first to identify a particular song bird. We marvel at the red-throated hummingbird’s sounds. We marvel at the painted bunting’s high-pitched singing in short phrases of variable pitches.
But we marvel most at one we have never heard. That’s the sound made by a small tropical bird, different from the song of any other bird.
Deep in the tropics of Ecuador, an ornithologist heard what sounded like a miniature string orchestra. Baffled, he pushed his way through heavy vines and underbrush to watch a bird sing with its wings. A tiny red-headed bird’s wings created a loud, clear tone that sounded as if it came from a violin. The bird, called a club-winged manakin, sings, not with his throat but with his wing feathers as they vibrate to create violin-like sounds.
The psalmist calls for all the birds to “Praise the Lord from the earth small creatures and flying birds” (148:10). When the manakin “plays his violin,” he wings his music heavenward, first and foremost, to delight his Creator, a God of variety and surprises. And his Creator lets us enjoy what he hears.
Our human voices add our hymns of praise to the manakin’s “violin,” and our blended musical praise soars for the pleasure of, and glory to, our music-loving God of the universe.
Every time now when I hear a violin playing, I think about our delighted Father listening to his unique club-winged manakin’s “violin,” deep in the forests of Ecuador.
And you know what? God invented the moon walk. The manakin actually does the moon walk. Check it out on line.