Rockin'

I was listening to the Christian station today while I was driving and this song came on. I don't know who sings it, but the lead, er, screamer, was belting out unintelligible lyrics in that strained-voice sound that kind of makes my throat hurt to listen to.
I mean, he was doing a grade-A job of it, that's just not my style. I don't like screaming.
And right off the bat, my mind went to the Jesus as the Prince of Peace. Should a Christian have that much to yell about?
But David did. Kind David did all kinds of stuff that blew through the limits of the traditional. The story of the return of the Ark of the Covenant in 2 Sam. 6 comes to mind. The king did a happy dance through the middle of town in his "ephod" (which I think was ancient Jewish skivvies), and then passed out raisins.
And God loved it.
He called this dude a man after God's own heart.
So, then I got the mental image of a rock concert in Heaven. Some guy who has a passion for yell-singing on stage lettin' er rip. And Jesus? He's not sitting in the back with a patronizing grin, He's not even backstage doing the head bob. No, He's crowd surfing. Diving into the midst of His people, laughing, hollering, revelling.
Man, I can't wait to get there.
Thanks, God, that you are creative enough to inspire such a rich variety of praise. You are glorified through art, nature, work, sacrifice, pain, laughter. You are glorified in the richest harmonies, the country hymn, and yes, even the ear-splitting heavy metal praise song. I love how much you love. How broad and joyful you are. I just love getting to know you.
All my heart.