I sat along the river’s edge and listened to the unsung melody of water gliding over stones and gurgling on the other side, almost laughing at the obstacle of stone that thought it could stop the river flow. It’s interesting that the obstacle is what created the unsung melody of the water.
Jesus encountered what the Pharisees thought would be an obstacle to His unsung melody — the Cross. They thought for sure the Cross would stop the river flow of love, but instead, His love sang upon the drops of blood that stained the ground beneath Him — upon the blood that stained our hearts and changed our lives.
The Cross became the instrument of praise as the unsung melody tumbled from our Savior’s life.
Can you hear it? The chorus sounds like this:
For indeed Christ died for sins once for all, the Just and Righteous for the unjust and unrighteous [the Innocent for the guilty] so that He might bring us to God. ~ 1 Peter 3:18, AMP
And therein lies the climax of His song … that He might bring us to God!
Like us, Mary listened for His song. She stood beside the tomb and wept when she discovered its emptiness. Where was her Lord? How could the religious leaders and soldiers stop His mighty river of love? She listened. Wondered. Fought despair.
And then she heard the opening notes of the world’s greatest melody — a song of praise sung as the river of love flowed over and through the Cross using this very obstacle to produce the most beautiful strains of song. Two angels, clothed in garments of raiment asked her, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen!”
The song rang out! He is alive! Death has no sting. His blood has made us righteous so that He might bring us to God! Jesus’ Father is our Father. His God is our God.
O glorious day!
I leaned in to listen to the river’s song. Sunlight broke through the branches that canopied over me and glistened upon the unsung melody of the river. I rejoiced in knowing my God — the One in whom I have believed. The One for whom Jesus suffered tremendously and died so that He might bring me to His Father.
From the beams of that old rugged Cross I can hear His song.
Are you listening? It’s sung for you too.