Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying:
“Whom shall I send,
And who will go for Us?”
And who will go for Us?”
Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.”
Isaiah 6:8 (NKJV)
Thuma mina, thuma mina,
thuma mina, Nkosi yam.
South African traditional funeral hymn, in Zulu
“Send me, Lord”
Yesterday’s prayer was for guidance. I really needed it. In fact, this morning my husband and I lingered over Psalms 143…not so much the “Get ‘em, Lord” parts, as the “I need You” parts. Well, be careful what you wish for, pray for, desire to enter your life. Walking the dog this morning, iPod on, I rediscovered a song I apparently never properly heard before…Thuma mina, by Hugh Masekela.
Based upon a traditional Zulu hymn often sung at funerals, Hugh Masekela makes the song an appeal to God to be useful.
“I want to be there when the people start to turn it around when they triumph over poverty.
I wanna be there when the people win the battle against AIDS. I wanna lend a hand.
I wanna be there for the alcoholics, I wanna be there for the drug addicts,
I wanna be there for the victims of violence and abuse.
I wanna lend a hand, Send me.”
I believe one of the greatest challenges in this life is to make it all count. Not just the “on” times, not just formal ministry opportunities, but all of it. Mentoring. Parenting. Loving. Working. Speaking. Being silent…..
The plea in the song is not “I want to arrive and help when,” but rather "I already want to be there." Lord, send me. Let me be a doer of The Word….nothing more. This is the message for my meantime. Lord, send me to do, while I am waiting, while I am praying, while I am silently awaiting that which You have expressly for me. I am no Isaiah, but we are ALL called. Called to do, on the mountains, in the valleys, in our meantimes…
If I hadn’t been building long run playlists with music to get me through my training for a 5k, it would’ve taken me longer to get around to listening to this song again. Lord. I get it. You had to get me here. I had to be led, and be ready to listen. I had to be in the valley, in my own meantime, to hear This Word from You. So, as hard as it might be, I am thankful for my meantime, because this is the gift You desired me to find here.
With tears in my eyes, I worship you, and hit repeat just one more time…Thuma mina (tu´ma me´ na), Send me, Lord. As long as I remember that I’m never going along, I will be grateful, giving you all the Praise, the Honor, and the Glory….remembering that above all, You are Good.