Summary: Sometimes negative things happen to us. Our enemy is trying to steal your song! We must keep singing! A song can rock the jail house!
I SAT DOWN, THEN I HUNG UP MY HARP?
By Wade Martin Hughes, Sr. Kyfingers@aol.com
I. HOW CAN WE SING?
I SAT DOWN AND CRIED. THEN I HUNG UP MY HARP?
2 We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof.
3 For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
4 How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?
A. Several years ago I was at a high school football game watching my son play football. A call came from the church that was alarming.
The person thought maybe the church had been broken into and robbed. My heart fell out of me.
I jumped into my car and rushed to church.
It was true, someone had broken into our church and robbed it of several valuable things.
B. I never left my guitar at church, but near the end of the service before the robbery, I was called out in an emergency. The Kentucky State Troopers were at a house and the man was going to kill himself. The man had a 357 pistol in his hand.
The police were ready to shoot him if necessary?
C. He agreed to talk to me --- the Preacher in the community. I jumped in my car and rushed to the farm house. The police told me where to stand when I went in the house, just in case it was needed to
"take him out?"
I went in, with God’s help I was able to defuse the situation. When I came home, I was upset, and I drove right past the church and forgot my expensive guitar there. The guitar had been a gift from my son.
D. The robbers stole my expensive guitar. When I realized my Martin was gone I sat down in the floor and cried.
How could someone steal my guitar? I have played many years. This was the best guitar I ever owned. I play in the rest homes and small churches and my music has always cost me, and never brought to me a profit.
E. When the Kentucky State Trooper and County Sheriff was gone from our church, I went to the altar and cried and cried. I played music for God, and He could not even protect my instrument for me to play to honor Him?
F. I said: GOD, I WILL NEVER PLAY A GUITAR AGAIN FOR YOU. I am finished.
I can preach and not play music. Most preachers don’t play? If You can’t take care of my personal instrument that I play for You, I quit.
I was so hurt. I had a pity party for several days. Many of my good friends told me the police would find and return the guitar. They meant well, but I never
saw the guitar again. I thought my friends would help me get another guitar?
G. By Friday evening I was back at church and I went to the altar. I felt a question in my inner man: FOR WHOM ARE YOU PLAYING?
WHY ARE YOU PLAYING MUSIC AT CHURCH? THE REST HOME?
I was sorry for my bad attitude. Someone could have been killed in the robbery or worse? I cried and apologized to God for my mean words and stupid vow.
H. I said: GOD IF I HAVE TO, I WILL PUT RUBBER BANDS ON A CIGAR BOX, AND STAND IN FRONT OF THE CONGREGATION AND PLAY THE BEST I CAN.