We’ve all experienced those moments during worship service where the most amazing events take place that were not planned; this was such a Sunday. The voice of a young child is one of the sweetest sounds to my ears. Eighteen month old, Maverick, was quietly sitting with his family. Our worship service turned their hearts and minds in preparation of the Lord’s Supper. Our “new normal” is to take a small cup of the bread and then a small cup of the fruit of the vine. After each member of the church partook of their portion respectively, the cups were collected and disposed of by a single servant. The collector of cups was Duane, Maverick’s grandfather. I am guessing Maverick realized his grandfather was no longer sitting near him. He looked around the room and as soon as Maverick spotted him he called out Papa, Papa!! Maverick continued to call out Papa, until Papa returned to him.
My immediate thought races to scripture where example after example of the writer instructing the people to shout out to God. Psalm 47:1, 66:1, 81:1, 95:1, and 98:4 are just a few. In Psalm 47:1 God’s Word says, “Clap your hands, all you peoples; Shout to God with the voice of a triumphant sound”. In the original Hebrew language, the word “shout” means to “split the ear with sound”. This is not a typical call to God. This is a sound that drowns out all other sounds and your entire being is focused on the One you are shouting to. Some versions say “Sing aloud” or “make a joyful noise”. Both are invitations to sing, praise, and shout to God with such enthusiasm and joy it comes out in an ear splitting sound.
Wouldn’t the union of all the voices, who recognize their Father, be the most beautiful piece of music ever heard? I can just hear His children shout out Abba Abba… Sovereign Lord… Jehovah… and of course, Father, with joy and excitement! My human limitations cannot fathom the response of God our Father to hear His name shouted out with glee and great joy.
I didn’t see Mavericks grandfathers face, but I could feel his heart swell. I could feel every heart in attendance expand with joy and soft loving laughter. Maverick recognized his Papa and shouted his name with gleeful excitement and exuberant happiness. No, it was not ear splitting, but it was heart piercing. Sometimes we need to follow Mavericks example and shout out in abounding praise, exciting glee, and ear splitting joy to our Father who would love to have His heart swell too.






