Clap Your Hands and Shout for Joy

Living in Alabama has its advantages. I love the people and the southern culture only found in this part of the country. Where people eat grits and say ya’ll. The place where the kids still say yes, ma’am and no, sir. Many who love the Lord dwell in the Alabama cities, towns, and countryside. The prices of goods and services including gas are generally below the national average. Only thing I have to complain about is the high levels of allergens.

Another amazing fact about Alabama is its college football teams. Here, you are either an Alabama Crimson Tide or an Auburn Tigers fan. I got rooked into supporting the Roll Tide guys—but don’t hold it against me.

Though I haven’t always been a fan of football, living in Alabama one cannot be neutral. So, when Alabama battered Georgia to win the SEC championship, I found myself glued to the TV. Each time Alabama grabbed the ball and headed toward the goal posts, I jumped off the couch, clapping my hands and yelling at the top of my lungs. The players must’ve heard me through the TV. They scored every time.

Today when I read Psalms 47:1, I couldn’t help but think of the SEC game. “Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy.” If I could shout and clap during a football game, why can’t I show the same exuberance toward the Lord?

I’ve clapped my hands in church before, but only when singing some of the livelier tunes. I can’t remember a time when I’ve shouted for joy. Seems like I held in my emotions.

Most Christians don’t show such exuberance in church these days, but would it be improper for us to cheer on the Lord sometimes? Just saying.

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