Which brings me to painful confession. The other day, while sitting blocked in a gas station, a huge SUV began backing rapidly towards me, maneuvering to get out and oblivious to my horn. I got no more than a block when a wave of conviction swept over me. My heart sank. I had blasphemed the name of my G-d.
Nothing is worth that.
These guys had been beaten, and were undoubtedly hungry and thirsty, so it probably wasn t the jewel like quality of their voices, but the fact that they were singing that elicited attention. Why we can t even sing hymns and praise G-d in the midst of luxury and plenty. What kind of G-d must Paul and Silas been praising, that even in such circumstances, He was all they could think about. I just now returned from watching a presentation of Corrie Ten Boom s life. What a witness to their tormentors and fellow prisoners, that even in such desperate suffering, G-d remained their central focus, the safe haven of souls who refused to take their eyes off of the One who is salvation.