When I was in football, we used to psych ourselves out before a game by listening to loud, aggressive music. Very meat-headish, but, well–it was football. Funny thing is, sometimes I still do that–only for preaching. While most of the time it’s not loud, aggressive music, but some sort of focusing song by Josh Garrels, or something to keep me rooted in the Gospel as I go up, my favorite is “Listen Through Me” by Thrice. I can’t think of a modern song that better captures the pathos and power of the preaching of the Gospel:
The soles are worn straight through
While I proclaimed
The king has sang the blues
If you’ve got better news
Then make it plain
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
With our burdens buried
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though a man of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you’ve heard
Everything
Everything
Everything hangs on a wordSparing no expense
He made recompense
For all the earth
The story’s an offense
So get down from that fence
And bless or curse
He laid aside his crown
All our crimes he carried
Was lifted from the ground
With our burdens buried
The shadows all had flown
In the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs
Crying it is finished
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we’re men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you’ve heard everything
Everything
Everything hangs on a word
A word…
The shadows all had flown
In the light diminished
He emptied out his lungs
Crying it is finished
Listen to me
Though I speak of sober things
Listen through me
Though we’re men of lips unclean
I speak truly
What you only think you’ve heard everything
Everything
Everything hangs on a word
Soli Deo Gloria
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