Some are moved by beauty. Some are moved by animals or babies. I’m moved by music, and always have been. I remember crying in worship as a child when we’d sing “Old Rugged Cross,” or when I’d hear my dad’s tenor during “My Jesus I Love Thee.” Neal chuckles a bit when I want him to hold me, and he realizes it’s because there’s pretty music playing somewhere. If there’s sad music playing during a movie, the boys start looking at me to see if the water works have commenced. But music doesn’t just turn me sob-sister. Turning up the radio while doing housework energizes me. A hand-selected collection of songs on a CD makes me smile. Listening to a cappella songs before we leave home Sunday morning prepares my mind for worship. Music moves me, because I love it.
Jesus was moved by people. He wept over the heartache of others (John 11:33-35). He wept over the lost condition of an entire city because He knew what was going to happen to them (Luke 19:41-44). Although the text doesn’t say He cried, I hear tears in His voice when Jesus laments, “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem…How often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, but you were not willing” (Matt. 23:37). The emotions of our Savior were stirred by souls. Why is that? Because He loved them.
Prayer for Today: In a society where people live side by side but hardly speak to each other, may I remember that PEOPLE are what Christians are all about. May my emotions be stirred by souls.