There’s a song in every Christian
And it speaks of rough sea crossed
And of dark nights of desertion
When the former hopes were lost
And the world would brand it weakness
And would silence the refrain
And would drum their battle marches
That precede the grief and pain
Hoping for no other trophy
Than another small tiff won
Never dreaming, never seeing
Total victory in God’s Son.
But the song would call Him gentle
Willing slave to all men’s worst
Brother, Helper, Saviour, Jesus
Matchless lyrics oft rehearsed.
Now perhaps you sense the music
Go ahead, relinquish, Soul
And delight in light and rescue
For the song has made you whole.
Note: I asked her for a large coffee with hazelnut flavour. Name-tag said “Rachel”. Upon her return I said “You have a marvelous name. Rachel, mother of Joseph in the Bible. You know coat of many colours. Betrayed by his brothers. Jail one day. Pharaoh’s right-hand man the next.”
Her brilliant young eyes registered surprise and interest. It appeared she was unfamiliar with the story. “How do you do that? Remember it all and say it so clearly?” (Poor kid – suffering the illiteracy and stifled imagination of this age.)
I responded with the next step of opportunity: “Why don’t you read about Joseph in Genesis. He was betrayed by those closest to him out of jealousy. Ended up in jail for no apparent wrong. But his wisdom and insight soon came to the attention of a troubled monarch with nightmares. Before he knew it he stood majestically beside the Pharaoh as second highest in the land. Now Rachel, when you think of Joseph, think also of Jesus and His trial, death and resurrection. Ascended once again to the right hand of God the Father in Heavenly splendour. Forgiving the wrongdoers. The one Bible character was a forecast of the other. Have a nice day Rachel, mother of Joseph.”
This too was another little verse of opportunity in the Opus.