When I was growing up, my favourite band was ALWAYS The Newsboys. I was absolutely in love with their music. I remember strutting around the house with my platform shoes on, my flared jeans, and my wide sleeved shirt on, my yellow CD player attached to my hip and my matching yellow headphones plugged in my ears. I thought I was the coolest ten year old on the block to be dressed like that, listening to my favourite band while I did my chores. I probably played the song Million Pieces about a million times. I knew every word and I secretly came up with my own dance to it in my head. Needless to say, I was a music fanatic right from a young age. A few years later, my Newsboys faze started to fizzle out (about a year before they got a new singer and almost all new band members), but not without going to see them in concert first.
At about fourteen years old, my parents surprised me with tickets to see them live, which I was thrilled about. We went to the MASSIVE church they were preforming in and got pretty good seats, up in the balcony area (Not amazing, but hey, I got to go dance at the front of the room too, so I’m not complaining). The opening bands are always the most boring part of a concert, in most cases, but let me tell you, the opening bands for The Newsboys concert were not at all boring. There was Manic Drive, John Mark McMillan, and another band, who’s name escapes me. I might have fooled you into thinking that this post is about The Newsboys… It’s not. This is just the story of why the song I’ll be talking about has always been one of my favourties.
Anyways, one of the opening acts for The Newsboys was John Mark McMillan, the original artist and writer of How He Loves. I remember my parents fawning over how amazing he is, how raw and clear is sound is, how deep and meaningful the lyrics are, and how humble his music all together. As a fourteen year old, I didn’t really grasp the concept all that well, but I remember so clearly, all of the people gathering around and singing out praise, some raising their hands and some humbled and falling to their knees. It was a breathtaking sight to see so many people gathered around just worshiping shamelessly.
“He is jealous for me, loves like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.”. Those are the opening lyrics to the song and they don’t drag you through a whole verse or two until you get to the point of the song, unlike this blog post did. They get straight to it, saying that God is jealous for us because he loves us so madly and so passionately that its hard to even comprehend sometimes. None of us have ever experienced as much love as God has for us. Our God is a jealous God and rightly so (Exodus 34:14 Do not worship any other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.)! We are loved, no matter what we may think, because “If His grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking”. He loves us and he is willing to do whatever it takes, including sending his own son to the cross, so that he can save us and bring us home to him.
I don’t really like to try and decipher worship songs, like I know exactly what God is going to say to you when you sit down and open your heart up to this song, so I’m making this brief. Listen to the song with an open mind, pray about it, and let Him do the talking instead of me. I can’t decipher, I can only inspire.
Hi! My names Hannah! There’s not much to say about me, aside from the old adage “I love to write” or “music is my passion!”. I’m basically just a die hard fan of old music and a firm believer that music will take part in healing the world. I graduate high school this year and I have absolutely no idea what direction my life will take me in but I’m trusting God and following His lead. I’m beyond thrilled to have the opportunity to write a few guest posts and share a little about my passion! So grab a cup of tea, settle down, stay a while, and enjoy your read!