I’m fascinated by how certain memories are embedded in the mind. Research shows that the more emotional experiences tend to be remembered better than dry ones. I still remember the day I attended the funeral service of a teenager who was shot on the streets of Baltimore.
I had set up my camera at the back of the church with the other TV crews. I don’t remember this teenager’s story, but this death hit his community pretty hard. They had all gathered at this large Baltimore church to honor his life.
I don’t remember the preaching. I don’t remember the eulogy. I remember the song that reached in and grabbed my heart.
The young gospel choir began to sing Kirk Franklin’s “My Life Is in Your Hands,” which begins with a short message, “No matter what you’re going through, I know that you can stand, for your life is in His hands.”
I don’t even remember what had been bothering me at the time, but the words opened me up. And I indeed listened closely.
It starts slowly with these words: “You don’t have to worry, and don’t you be afraid.” It’s one thing when someone tells you this. It’s another when they are sung by so many voices when your heart is wide open.
Then the song quotes from one of my favorite Psalms—Psalm 30:
Joy comes in the morning.
How often do we cry in pain at night, where our fears and insecurities prey upon us? We think that all is lost. We lose hope. We cry and cry and don’t think the anguish will stop.
Then suddenly, it’s morning. It’s a new day. It’s a fresh start.