February 18, 2013 by Dwight Bernier
“Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise”. What a magnificent line to ponder. We experience constant streams of information, lies, manipulation, demands, condemnation, and how we need to improve ourselves. We are told what we should give loudest praise to by our culture. We are coerced by a myriad of inception-like propagandists, who entrench themselves in figuring out how our mind works, into believing that we need to change into who they think we should be. These streams seem never ceasing. But those streams are not powerful enough to keep our songs the same. The ideas and sounds which come from the streams are not so creative as so eternally captivate our hearts. There is only one stream that can do that.
The stream of mercy that flows from God, the fount of every blessing, should astonish us!
We were people satisfied to drink of the water resembling that of many third world countries, full of mud, fecal matter, and garbage, because we don’t know any better. This water has created sickness, bitterness, anger, frustration, and lament . There is no joy. There is no expectation, but only a dream of a stream that would heal and nourish, not kill.
But then one day, in the midst of our daily trip to gather polluted water for the day, someone appeared to us and tells of a new stream. The stream has been created by someone who painfully dug out a previously hidden and concealed spring. This stream can not be polluted because the fount can not be polluted. It is pure, fresh, clean, healthy, and new every morning. And there is plenty for everyone.
What good news this is. What celebration this would cause! Imagine a village ravaged by disease who finds this new stream. What life, what mercy, it would bring. Relationships would change, quality of life would improve, culture would thrive. A people drinking in mercy must change because that’s what mercy does. And a people drinking mercy must sing songs with loudest praise! Overwhelming our hearts with and indulging ourselves in the mercy of God results in spontaneous musicals because such emotion can not merely be spoken, but sung!
How could we, who experience (present tense) streams of mercy, ever wander from this great fount? It happens by thinking that the water is better somewhere else. Though other water and founts might look similar, they will not give mercy or be undefiled. When we find ourselves drinking somewhere else, after we’ve experienced mercy, what do we do? Go back to the fount to receive mercy! Mercy is spewing out at an inexhaustible rate and is for those who need mercy. That means all of us.
I want to drink deeply from this stream. This morning, I was amazed (again) that I was invited to drink of the mercy of God and enjoy Him. The mercy of God is enough to rouse the most lamenting soul to songs of joy:
“My endurance has perished; so has my hope from the Lord… But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. The Lord is my portion, says my soul, therefore I will hope in Him” – Lamentations 3.18, 21-24.
Streams of mercy and the faithfulness of God are here for you now, and await you every morning. Drink deeply and be satisfied in Him.