Thinking about that woman at the Rosie House, years ago, who asked if she could sing a song (the band did not need to know it). When she sang, her comrades wept. The pain she felt, the pain they felt, they shared in song that morning in the gym at Rikers Island. They listened to her as she sang alone. But they all sang with her as they yes'ed and amen'ed the line that was most hopeful to them. They all sand that day a song, that anyone who is merely listening to with a human ear could just not hear. But to those with ears to listen, let them hear...and they did. I will never again hear that song the same. "His Eye Is On The Sparrow" was her song of choice. Richard Foster says in Songs For Renewal: The black spiritual was born to sustain an enslaved people and to give expression to their anguish. So today I invite you to sing a new song to the Lord. A song stemmed from suffering, or one from joy. But a song that speaks of the hope we have in Him...