There is one God, who is the one Lord, the one Redeemer, the one Spirit, the one Creator of heaven and earth. In his unimaginable holiness and majesty, He is Love itself, Love incarnate, and Love unto an infinity of more love. He has not kept the good news about Himself to Himself, but has graciously chosen to reveal it to our race, clearly, unequivocally, and mercifully. This self-revealing Word contains all that we shall ever need in this temporal frame for faith, for salvation, and for instruction in righteousness, for worship, humble service, and personal loveliness.
This God, this Lord, is the uncreated Creator, the unimagined Imaginer, not just back then, but now and always, for right now, everything inheres and coheres by the word of His power. Everything that He creates, He calls good, and in His goodness He has gone so far as to create an entire race of beings in His image. We are thus created creators and imagined imaginers and have been bequeathed a magnificent sovereignty and stewardship over the many things that God Himself has made. And from these we have been gifted to imagine and give shape to a dazzlement of arts, craft, and idea. Even so, we can not out-imagine or out-work the One who is at once our Creator, our Redeemer, and our Rest.
Nonetheless, in a horrible moment, our race heard a lie about Him, chose to believe it, and fell away from the glories that it was intended to enjoy. There is thus something profoundly wrong with us. We have all fallen short of the glory of God and are helpless to fix this wrong, our futile attempts notwithstanding. But just as God is the Author and Finisher of all of His work, He has become the Author and Finisher of our salvation, taking upon Himself the burden of atoning for that for which we cannot atone, if we but trust Him to do so. Isaiah 53 makes this just as clear as the Epistle to the Romans does. Both Testaments swear to this unassailable fact: God is our salvation. Our participation in this great salvation, both Testaments likewise aver, is by faith from which lovingly shaped work and continuing worship issue.
Surrounded and nourished by these enormities, we are authentically to worship and faithfully to make music. For all of us, authenticity and faithfulness are of the essence. There are no two ways about it, and in this agitated, stirred up, divisive, less-than-creative present-day pottage we call sacred music, we must rediscover something that has very little to do with music. But once discovered, music — good music, bad music, music of diversity — finds its place, falls under judgement, and makes its way into the halls of praise. A thousand tongues, to paraphrase the Wesleys, who never dreamed of the world of music that we know—a thousand tongues will never be enough.