Clap

“Yet you are holy, enthroned on the praises [of your people]” (Psalm 22:3, ESV).

Enthroned on our praises!

I sing. Clap. The little tremors of the vocal chords string and sing, waves of sound. Clap, and sound waves from my finite body soar.

The sound waves rise, resound, echo through the clouds, gaining momentum. They shake the darkness of the heavenly realms, fallen angels quiver.

 

Above, above and before the throne my clapping keeps beat to the tune of the many-faced living creatures, the cherubim and seraphim, the angels of gleaming light, and the cry of

“Holy, holy, holy.”

Clap, clap, clap.

“…so that through the church the manifold wisdom of God might now be made known to the rulers and authorities in the heavenly places” (Eph. 3:10).

Our worship is not our own. It is not of this world. Our Sunday music is far greater than some uplifting strains or a feel good recharge. By the Spirit in Christ we truly participate in the heavenly worship, even now.  Us, before the throne in the Spirit in Christ, singing with beings too glorious for us to imagine, but our tongues are no less. Christ is our worship leader now (Heb. 2:12), ascended in that royal glory chorus and we in him. Our praise testifies to the heavenlies that our God is Lord, and Lord now, in our lives, in our neighborhoods. Our praise is proclamation.

“ God is spirit, and those who worship him must worship in spirit and truth” (John 4:24).