who am i?

"I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself." - CS Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Despicable him...

Today I rejoice… indeed I am like a cat with nine lives. I have tasted and seen that the Lord is good. He has saved me from my enemies, delivered me from all evil. I was just a little shepherd boy. But look at me today, King of the greatest nation, loved by the mighty God, honored by both the mighty and the little. Who would have thought? And today I lead the procession in honoring my God, we bring back his dwelling place, his presence into our city… How blessed are we that he's chosen to dwell among us despite our rebellion against him? We offer our sacrifices to him... in burnt offering, singing and dancing.
Oh when I think of the goodness of God and what he has done for me, my soul cries Hallelujah.

I am unable to contain myself, today I cast my crown for the King of all kings, I lay aside my royalty for the one who ordains kings, he lifts the lowly on high, he puts one down and lifts up another. Today in his presence I am nothing… just a mere boy… "accept our sacrifices great and mighty King"
Look at me, he's been my protector, with my bare hands I killed lions and bears as they came to attack my sheep, with a sling and a stone I brought down the uncircumcised Philistine giant Goliath… I will jump and shout with joy at his goodness. What joy fills my soul… he protected me in the mountains when I was on the run from those who wanted me dead… I was a fugitive for so long and yet he kept me and brought me to the throne.
Watch me dance before my God and my king… See me drop my dignity in worship… I will dance to the king of glory.
I am King David. O listen to my song…. “I will Bless the Lord, O my soul, And forget not all His benefits: Who forgives all my iniquities, Who heals all my diseases. Who redeems my life from destruction, Who crowns me with loving kindness and tender mercies, Who satisfies my mouth with good things, So that my youth is renewed like the eagle’s… The Lord is merciful and gracious, Slow to anger, and abounding in mercy. He will not always strive with us, Nor will He keep His anger forever. He has not dealt with me according to my sins, Nor punished me according to my iniquities For as the heavens are high above the earth, So great is His mercy toward those who fear Him; As far as the east is from the west, So far has He removed my transgressions from me. As a father pities his children, So the Lord pities those who fear Him. For He knows my frame; He remembers that i am dust…. But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting On those who fear Him, And His righteousness to children’s children, To such as keep His covenant, And to those who remember His commandments to do them. The Lord has established His throne in heaven, And His kingdom rules over all. Bless the Lord, you His angels, Who excel in strength, who do His word, Heeding the voice of His word. Bless the Lord, all you His hosts, You ministers of His, who do His pleasure. Bless the Lord, all His works, In all places of His dominion. Bless the Lord, O my soul!” slightly edited excerpts from psalm 103
Watch me do the Dougie… see me do the chicken dance, wait a minute, I've got the one head stand to wow you with. He is God indeed. He anoints my head with oil my cup runs over…. Oh play the music, let us Praise him with the timbrel and dance: praise him with stringed instruments and organs.”Psalm 150:4
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From a distance I watched this show, this parade of madness. And of course David is in the fore front of it. Dancing like a mad man. He might as well be mad. Did I really expect more from him? You can’t take away the common streak from a man who's lived, wined and dined with sheep’s for most of his growing years and lived in the mountains for so long can you? Not even the title of king can change a commoner from being who he is.
My father was the king. The greatest king of this kingdom before David. I grew up as a princess. And here I am, a queen today, married to a king greater than my father ever was. My life has been one big party from childhood till now.
I have been groomed in every area, the rules of etiquette craved in my head. My speech, my movement, the way I chew, my smile... Everything has been carefully woven into my core being, it’s a cord that is part and parcel of  the person I am.
The privileges I had as a princess was second to none. I always got what I wanted, as a matter of fact, It was my love for David that made father get him as a groom for me. Back then he was just some shepherd boy brought to soothe father's regular fevers and hallucinations. Playing the harp in a mysterious, beautiful and captivating way for father. I would seat outside the door listening as he played to calm father down. My bride-price was the foreskin of two hundred Philistines... Who else can boast of that?
Today I stand by the window watching for him. It’s a day of celebration for the citizens of the kingdom, but I am ashamed, more like disgusted. It is despicable the way he’s acting. Maybe he didn’t have a royal grooming from childhood, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is a king today. Look at the way he’s dancing, it shames me. He’s a king for goodness sake; he’s going against all royal etiquette I’ve been made to study, this is scandalous.

Daddy was a more regal king, he wouldn’t shame the kingdom so, and my brother Jonathan too... he wouldn’t dare dance like a lunatic in the streets, exposing his inner garment to everyone in sight. I would talk some sense into this rascal made king. If nobody would, I will, who else understands royalty than I do?
My name is Micah, i am a princess like no other. I will not have my royalty stained with the indignity of my husband.

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This has been a wonderful day. I can feel the presence of the Lord all over. The ark of the covenant is finally in mount Zion, the city of David. It seats in the middle of the tent i had set up for it. All the people joined me in offering burnt and peace offerings.I have blessed them and sent them home.

My spirit is soaring. I am humbled, I am happy, I am grateful... as i go home to bless my household.  The wife of my youth is amongst the first to come down to me. It isn't excitement i see in her eyes... I am taken aback by the coldness in hr looks. She spits out the words even before she's standing before me "How wonderfully the king has distinguished himself today-exposing himself to the eyes of the servants' maids like some burlesque street dancer!" I feel a rush of anger at her words. How cold is her heart? Hasn't she been following all that we are celebrating? Doesn't she know the God in whom we honor? has she been so blinded that she fails to recognize the God of Israel? 
I take a deep breath, as i find the calm and words to reply her foolishness... "In God's presence I'll dance all I want! He chose me over your father and the rest of our family and made me prince over God's people, over Israel. Oh yes, I'll dance to God's glory - more recklessly even than this. And as far as I'm concerned . . . I'll gladly look like a fool . . . but among these maids you're so worried about, I'll be honored no end." 
I see the disappointment in her eyes, but i refuse to be moved or made to apologize for the way i choose to worship. She has lived a sheltered life, she wasn't there when the trials almost overwhelmed me... she's never been in battle as Israel fought for her freedom. I feel sorry for her, she's too sophisticated to understand gratitude that cannot be spoken but expressed in the actions of a man that has been delivered from all sorts. She wouldn't know. He is my God and i am nothing without him.

Michal, Saul's daughter, was barren the rest of her life.
(2 Samuel 6)                       
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When it comes to praise and worship, we choose to do it in style according to our status. It's usually the poor and unpopular ones we expect to display traces of 'pentecostal madness', and so we raise eyebrows and turn our nose up when we see the 'big' men and big boys and girls going the crazy way too. We belong to the sophisticated category, it is not expected of us to be so vulgar in church.
If we choose to maintain our dignity in the conventional rhythm claps and feet shuffle, well lets do that and let those who have gratitude that is bigger than their best Sunday dress, fat wallets and fine face go crazy like David.
Michal was barren the rest of her life for speaking up against David's way of honoring God, If we're not fine with it, then lets stay silent. Who knows the curses we incur on ourselves from the smirks and the chuckles we release in disdain at others in their worship. 
 
May we never grow bigger than our praise. For as long as God continues to uplift us, i pray we'll never try to be bigger than he is in us. Just like David a King so great cast away his royal robe and image for the greatest King. Hopefully we'll drop sophistication and all the big titles aside when it comes to praising God, and we would be able to block out the voice of Michal chastising us for been so crass. We don't live to please man but to please God.

7 comments:

  1. Uhm! Deep...May we never grow bigger than our praise! It is confusing how people can dance 5 wild straight hours in the club but not for 10mins in the church....May we never grow bigger than our praise!

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  2. I love the way you wrote the story of David..:-)
    Honestly when I see people dance I always smile or laugh more like I enjoy seeing them express it. I have been like micah before say talking under my breath about people's dance but having experienced God's goodness I cant help but to go crazy when I dance. The funny part is that I dance off tune but thats my way of expressing gratitude to God.

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  4. beautiful, just beautiful the way that story is re written...

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  5. hmmm, nice point of view - creative too
    reminds me of Max Lucado

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  7. This is so beautiful especially the part about David...
    Really deep as well...

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