Hope Sings
 

Have you ever thought about how pervasive music is?

           There has never been a single human culture, which did not produce some kind of music.

                      We have discovered cave paintings, of ancient people playing flutes and horns.

           Music is a part of all major occasions across all cultures;

weddings, funerals, pageants, rites of passage, birthdays, anniversaries, parades, and festivals.

But singing, in particular, is universal.

           From Wal-Mart to Wall Street, in elevators and automobiles,

in the most remote jungle villages to the most crowded city streets, music is everywhere.

And we like it that way.

                      We insist that our cars come equipped, with the latest technology for playing music.

                      We buy millions of dollars worth of music every year.

It’s an essential component in virtually every form of entertainment we experience.

If you don’t believe me, try this;

                      the next time you go to a movie, pay attention to the sound track.

                      Imagine that same movie without music.

                                 Soundtracks are big business.

And have you noticed how music is used in advertising?

           Years ago, musicologists discovered, that certain kinds of music,

                      produce predictable behaviors in people.

                      Slow, peaceful music, actually has a physiological affect.

                                 Our heart rates slow down,

                                 our digestion is stimulated and

                                 our saliva glands become more productive.

Then some advertising guy, ran across that study, and wondered if there was an application for it in his industry.

           So they started playing slow, peaceful music in grocery stores.

                      They noticed that shoppers took their time down the aisles.

                      They stayed longer in the stores.

                                 The longer shoppers stayed in the store, the more they bought.

                      So the next time you go to the grocery store,

                                 take your portable music device and a Van Halen CD.

                                            You’ll save money.

Then someone discovered, that people can remember information better, when it’s accompanied by music.

           So an advertiser came up with this:
Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener, That is what I’d truly love to be. ’Cause if I were an Oscar Meyer Wiener, Everyone would be in love with me.

           If you really think about it, you would see how amazing that little song is.

                      It’s the unlikely merger of hotdogs and narcissism, through the power of music.

In Montreal, the city government was wondering how to solve the problem of loitering gangs of teenagers in a public park.

           They started piping in classical music.

It was effective, the teenagers left.

In the United States, economists started rating the depressive content of the most popular songs on the radio, in order to assess consumer optimism.

                      By measuring consumer optimism,

they could predict the gross national product with a one to two year lead time.

           And there may be no greater testimony to the power of music, than the fact,

                      that one of the first things repressive regimes do,

                                 is to control what kind of music people are permitted to listen to.

Music is an extraordinarily powerful means of communication and expression.

We even make a decision about the church we attend, based greatly on the music.

Today we are going to have a sing a little, preach a little, sermon.

           Since the title of this evenings sermon is Hope Sings,

                      I thought that it would be appropriate to do just that, sing.

So we are going to use some songs to emphasize the points that we are trying to make today.

           To begin, lets sing – Nearer My God To Thee

A couple of weeks ago, we took our first look at hope.

           We talked about the importance of memory.

           How we look to the past, to find reassurance, that the future will not be destroyed by the present.

                      Hope -- the confident expectation that God will take care of the future --

                                 rests on our ability to remember.

           So what does all of this discussion about music have to do with hope?

                      Let me share some stories with you.

Eleven-forty p.m., April 14, 1912.

The largest, most luxurious steamer to ever sail the oceans, was making her way across the North Atlantic, when an iceberg sliced a gash through the hull.

Within a half-hour, the Titanic’s lifeboats were adrift in the frigid waters, most of them only half full.

Within an hour, some of America’s wealthiest, most influential people, and hundreds of poor immigrants, hoping for a chance at the American dream, would go down with the ship.

           What did they do, once they realized the lifeboats were gone and the ship was sinking?

Legend has it, that the ship’s string quartet serenaded the doomed passengers with the song we just sang, "Nearer My God to Thee."

In 1944, with the war a long way from being over, the fighting days were over for some American soldiers.

           They were POW’s in Japanese prison camps.

                      The brutality, inhumanity of these camps were indescribable.

                      The prisoners were treated horribly and at times, their lives didn’t seem worth living.

           But in one of the camps, there was a fellow from Illinois,

                      who would sometimes hum songs to himself,

                                 as the prisoners were being led out into the fields to work.

Walking along in the sweltering heat, miserable, unfed, unwashed, he would hum.

One day he started humming the tune to America the Beautiful.

The Japanese guards didn’t know the song, so it meant nothing to them.

                                 But to the other prisoners, the tune evoked images of amber waves of grain

                                            and stirred memories of purple mountain majesties.

                                 Soon, the whole camp was humming the tune each day as they went out to work.

                      The guards remained oblivious to the defiance of this gesture.

                                 All they could do was enjoy the tune and wonder why these particular prisoners

                                            seemed impervious to the conditions of the camp.

In 1964 more than 100,000 people packed themselves onto the Mall between the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial.

           For days, they had traveled on school busses to get there.

                      Their goal, was to do all they could to end racial discrimination and segregation.

           What did that many people do when they got together?

                      Led by Marian Anderson, they sang.

                                 The Battle Hymn of the Republic.

                                            They were one in spirit, one in tears, one in hope.

Spring, approximately 33 AD, Jesus and his disciples have shared a meal together.

           Their last.

           His gentle hands wash their dirty feet.

                      He institutes the Lord’s Supper,

                                 taking the bread, breaking it, blessing it, and instilling it with a deeper meaning.

                      He shares the cup with them.

Then he says, "This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many. I tell you the truth, I will not drink again of the fruit of the vine until that day when I drink it anew in the kingdom of God."

His arrest is minutes away.

           He already feels the sting of the whip,

                      the pain of the nails,

                                 the thrust of the spear,

                                            the separation from his Father.

           And what happens next in the story?

According to Matthew 26:30, "When they had sung a hymn, they went out to the Mount of Olives."

Will you hear one last story?

           I’ll let Luke tell you himself.

The story is in Acts 16:16-25: Once when we were going to the place of prayer, we were met by a slave girl who had a spirit by which she predicted the future. She earned a great deal of money for her owners by fortune-telling. 17 This girl followed Paul and the rest of us, shouting, "These men are servants of the Most High God, who are telling you the way to be saved." 18 She kept this up for many days. Finally Paul became so troubled that he turned around and said to the spirit, "In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to come out of her!" At that moment the spirit left her. 19 When the owners of the slave girl realized that their hope of making money was gone, they seized Paul and Silas and dragged them into the marketplace to face the authorities. 20 They brought them before the magistrates and said, "These men are Jews, and are throwing our city into an uproar 21 by advocating customs unlawful for us Romans to accept or practice." 22 The crowd joined in the attack against Paul and Silas, and the magistrates ordered them to be stripped and beaten. 23 After they had been severely flogged, they were thrown into prison, and the jailer was commanded to guard them carefully. 24 Upon receiving such orders, he put them in the inner cell and fastened their feet in the stocks. 25 About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them.

What did all of those stories have in common?

           Music.

           And those aren’t all the stories I could have told you.

When the kings of Israel and Judah asked the prophet Elisha, for his prophesy about the battle, he first answered, "Bring me a harpist," (2 Kings 3:15).

           When Saul, King of Israel, was tormented by an evil spirit, David played the harp.

All through scripture, and all through the ages,

           when people faced uncertain times,

or had reached the limits of their endurance in difficult situations,

                                 hey turned to music.

Why?

                      Because hope not only remembers; it sings.

Song – The Solid Rock

From Jubal in Genesis, to David in the Psalms, to Paul and Silas in prison, the language hope speaks best, has always been music.

Paul commanded us to speak this language in Ephesians 5:19-20; "speak to one another with psalms, hymns and spiritual songs. Sing and making music in your heart to the Lord, 20 always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ."

           In Colossians 3:15-16, Paul drew a tight connection between the peace of Christ,

                      and the word of Christ, and language of music.

He wrote, “Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. 16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom, and as you sing psalms, hymns and spiritual songs with gratitude in your hearts to God.”

I want you to notice, that these verses address your every day life, not just special occasions.

           I believe that the Apostle Paul was saying,

                      that every day, we need to instruct each other by

                                 singing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs,

                                            with thankfulness in our hearts to God.

Paul goes on to tell the Corinthians, What then shall we say, brothers? When you come together, everyone has a hymn, or a word of instruction, a revelation, a tongue or an interpretation. All of these must be done for the strengthening of the church.

           Hope sings because music strengthens.

How do you feel, after a meaningful time of worship together on Sundays?

           Stronger.

           God commands us to sing when we meet together, because music has the power to stir hope.

And once stirred, hope wants to sing like winter weary robins, at the first sign of spring.

So what’s our takeaway this evening?

           What do we do with this interesting connection between hope and song?

For one thing, I want to make of this connection between hope and music;

           When in doubt, sing.

           When in grief, sing.

           When in sorrow,

           when in pain,

           wherever you are, sing.

A youth minister in Nashville tells the story of 16 year old twin brothers Mike and Jeff.

           One day after school Mike got on a friends 4 wheeler and took off behind the school.

           He was going to jump a little bump, and didn’t realize that there was a hole on the other side.

                      The nose of the motorcycle went in the hole

and the back of it hit Mike in the back of his head, killing him instantly.

We received word, and rushed to the Hospital where we met with family and friends,

                                 all in stunned disbelief.

                      After the family left the hospital, the crowd made it’s way to our building.

Still in stunned silence, sitting in quiet in our auditorium.

Then from the back of the church, a young voice began to sing,

                                 How Shall The Young Secure Their Hearts.

                                            And the group sang with him.

                      Then after the song, the tears began to flow, and these young people began to talk

and remember, and took the first step to a very slow recovery.

Singing is a powerful reminder of our hope.

           You don’t have to sing loud, or in tune, or even have all of the right words.

                      Singing is powerful, because it comes from the overflow of our hope.

Here’s another application, Music is powerful, and songwriters are master communicators.

           A good song can teach you more in 2 minutes, that I can in a year of Sundays.

Listen to some of these words of hope, found in some of our songs.

Above all powers above all kings

                      Above all nature and all created things

                      Above all wisdom and all the ways of man

                      You were here before the world began

                      Above all kingdoms above all thrones

                      Above all wonders the world has ever known

                      Above all wealth and treasures of the earth

                      There’s no way to measure what You’re worth

                      Crucified laid behind a stone

                      You lived to die rejected and alone

                      Like a rose trampled on the ground

                      You took the fall and thought of me Above all

                      Alas! and did my Savior bleed?

                                 And did my Sovereign die?

                      Would He devote that sacred head

                                 For such a one as I?

                      At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,

                                 And the burden of my heart rolled a way,

                      It was there by faith I received my sight,

                                 And now I am happy all the day!

If you will allow me one Last song:

           Amazing grace! how sweet the sound!

                      That saved a wretch like me!

           I once was lost, but now I’m found;

                      Was blind, but now I see.

           Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

                      And grace my fears relieved.

           How precious did that grace appear

                      The hour I first believed!

           Through many dangers, toils and snares

                      I have already come.

           Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,

                      And grace will lead me home.

           When we’ve been there ten thousand years,

                      Bright shining as the sun,

           We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise

                      Than when we first begun.

Music is one of the reasons you need to be regular in your church attendance.

           You need these songs.

                      You need to have these tunes stuck in your head.

           Because, if the tune starts to rattle around up there,

                      it won’t be long before you remember the words.

                      And the words will bring you comfort when you’re troubled.

                                 Or strength when you’re weak.

                                 Or resolve when you’re tempted.

                                 Or hope when you’re out of it.

When the ship is sinking, sing.

           When life imprisons, sing.

           When oppression rules, sing.

           When a cross awaits, sing.

           The music will remind you of the man who walked on water.

           It will help you remember the God who releases the prisoners,

                      who frees the oppressed, who raises the crucified.

If you have no song to sing today, God can give you one.

           Something happens when people get to know Jesus.

           They get to know hope.

                      And hope sings.