The Power of Praise

Trifecta: Week 112

FUNK (noun)
1 a :  a state of paralyzing fear    
   b :  a depressed state of mind
2 :  one that funks :  COWARD
3 :  SLUMP  <an economic funk>  <the team went into a funk>

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This week’s word is funk.
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To many, it might have seemed that they were in a funk, to say the very least. After all, nothing seemed to be going right for them. After all the miracles, preaching and healings, instead of people appreciating them, they were beat to a bloody pulp and then cast down into the very bowels of the prison. Their feet were placed in stocks, so they couldn’t even get up and move around.

Their pain was both sharp and burning, as well as throbbing and aching. Never had either of them felt such misery, and the stench of human waste caused waves of nausea to wash over them, as the odor forced its way through their nostrils. Their dungeon was pitch black, which was just as well, for at least they weren’t forced to see the vermin and filth that crawled along the walls and floor.

“Paul?” he winced as he turned his head toward the sound of his friend’s voice, “Are you here?”

“Thank You, Lord,” Paul sighed in relief, answering, “Yes, Silas, I am here.”

“I thought for sure we’d breathed our last,” Silas laughed, despite the sharp pain of broken ribs, “but I guess the Lord still has need of us.”

“Hallelujah Silas!” Paul shouted joyfully, ignoring the pounding of his head, as sparks appeared before his eyes. “I’m sure He does, and you know what? I don’t care how many times they beat me and imprison me, I will still tell the world about how Jesus rescued me on that road to Damascus. And I will sing and shout about God’s amazing grace.”

And right there, in the depths of that dungeon, despite their circumstances, both men began to sing praises and hymns to God. They started singing softly, but as the Spirit moved over them, they began singing louder and more joyfully, when, suddenly, there was a powerful earthquake that shook the prison so hard that the doors to the cells and the prisoners’ chains and shackles fell off.

© 2014
Cheryl A. Showers

This story can be read in its entirety in the book of Acts 16:16-40.

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