Three years ago a friend of mine lost his voice and became mute, but yesterday morning his Papa unmuted him and is giving him his voice back.
That sentence may not make any sense to you, but to my friend and me it rings of Papa’s unrelenting grace and restoration.
Yesterday morning was a deep plunge in the cool waters of Papa’s grace.
You see, three years ago my friend made some choices, out of his brokenness and pain, that cascaded him into the dark night of his soul. He used to lead hundreds of people in musical worship on a weekly basis, but, literally in fulfillment of a prophecy spoken years before, that voice was silenced and removed from him. His journey into The Great Sadness caused him to discover a God that he knew always existed but never experienced; a God who is love-bent on his kids and their restoration and healing. He also discovered, in the streets of shit, that he was deeply wired and designed to play music and lead people into Papa’s lap, where they too could simply be human in the embrace of their loving Papa.
And yesterday morning, for the first time in three years, my friend’s musical voice was given back to him. For me, it was a beautiful picture of Papa’s restoration and love. I sat in the crowd as a lowly witness of a heavenly gift. Indeed, all the angels were singing and the golden city was dancing yesterday. I am sure that Papa was giddy with joy, barely able to be contained.
There are times when the heart dances and leaps in such deep tones that words cannot convey their tune. Yesterday was one of those times.
Yesterday, a voice was restored.
Yesterday, a heart was healed.
Yesterday made today a whole lot lighter.
Yesterday, one of Papa’s own danced naked in the streets of shit.
Yesterday, Papa smiled.
Yesterday, Papa cried.
And so did we…