The other day, my grandson said to me, “Papaw, when I am seventy, I hope to be as healthy as you are.”  I said to him, “Sounds like you don’t wanna set the bar too high, do you?”

Old age is tough, but there are a few things that are almost as unpleasant – such as old strings! 

I have a favorite guitar that has fallen out of favor because it is strung with old strings.  They once vibrated with energy but are now dull and listless.

So, what steals the life from a guitar string?   Those on an unplayed guitar will corrode from oxidation and humidity.  

Strings that are played will gather dirt, body oil and dead skin cells.  This gunk works its way into the windings of the string and hardens into a stiff, brittle mass.  This nastiness chokes the vibration out of the string.  And then there is the metal fatigue from all the stretching.

When the strings look dirty, feel rough, sound dull or are out of tune, it’s time to change them.

So, I did.  It’s a tedious task which I have performed maybe a thousand times in my life. 

I put them on, let them stretch and tuned them up – and it was magic.  Pure sweet magic.  They were perfectly intoned, and there was a brightness and a zing that wasn’t there before.  The guitar resonated and reverberated beauteous sound that carried on even as the last chord began to fade.

I played for two hours straight and was in danger of thinking that I was an excellent guitar player – all because of the new strings.

New strings are wonderful, but my life is more like the old ones.

The Lord strums the strings of my heart, and I worship Him.   But my worship can be tainted.  The right words come from my mouth, but my mind is elsewhere. 

I sing of holiness even though I lost my temper 10 minutes before.  I won’t sing loudly because I am concerned about what the guy next to me will think.   I grumble because the song choice isn’t my choice.  I sometimes mouth words that I don’t really mean.  I worship because I am expected to – not because I am compelled by His love.

I am afraid that my worship looks dirty, feels rough, sounds dull and is out of tune.  Time for new strings.

They are coming says the Scripture.  Paul gave us this hope in Ephesians 5:25-27, “…Christ loved the church and gave himself for her to sanctify her by cleansing her with the washing of the water by the word, so that he may present the church to himself as glorious—not having a stain or wrinkle, or any such blemish, but holy and blameless.” NETBible ®

Because of Christ’s love for us, He died on a cross to make us holy so that when we arrive in heaven, we will be glorious – no stain or wrinkle or imperfection of any kind.  There will be in us no impurity to compromise us or shallowness to embarrass us.  There will be nothing to distract us from the Lord. 

Like the news strings, the Lord’s hand will pass over our hearts, and beautiful, magnificent untainted worship will sound.   I am thinking that He will relish this worship even more than I enjoy my new strings.

But why should we deny Him that joy and defer it until we get to heaven?

Get alone and grab your phone.  Pull up your favorite worship song – and sing it – to Him.  With no one to impress; with no ulterior motive to derail you; and with the song of your choice – sing with your heart.  Worship Him.      

A PRAYER: Lord I am sorry that my life sounds so sorry.  I want my worship to bring joy to You both now and in heaven.

This has been Jim Johnson and pickleheavenpress.com

May the grace of our Lord Jesus be with you.  

*Guitar info from Acoustic Guitar (website), How Guitar Strings Age—and How to Know When to Change Them.