May
Jesus Christ be praised!
Or
fades my earthly bliss? My comfort still is this,
May
Jesus Christ be praised!
The
night becomes as day, when from the heart we say,
May
Jesus Christ be praised!
The
powers of darkness fear, when this sweet song they hear,
May
Jesus Christ be praised!
--Katholisches Gesangbuch, 1828
Probably none of us, if we live long enough, will avoid the
deep ache of sadness. Some may be fortunate, and experience only brief periods
of ‘fadedness’. Others, through life
circumstance or brain chemistry, may slog through long terms of depression and
sadness. And, because Jesus walked this life fully human, we can surmise that
he experienced every emotion common to humanity, including the dark cloud of
sadness. This thought is so comforting to me --- to know that I can
experience nothing that my Savior has not experienced first. And out of that comfort can come praise. In my
darkest moment, I can cling to Christ, and sing my anguished, confused, joyful
song of praise, faint or full though it may be.
May Jesus Christ be praised, and may praise do its
transformative work in the world. And in me. And in me.
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