Several years back, the world watched as three gray whales became icebound off Point Barrow in Alaska. Their only hope for survival was to be transported somehow five miles past the ice pack to the open sea. Rescuers began cutting a string of breathing holes about twenty yards apart in the six-in-thick ice. For eight days they coaxed the whales from one hole to the next, mile after mile. Along the way, one of the trio vanished and was presumed dead. But finally, with the help of Russian icebreakers, the whales Putu and sikku swam to freedom.
In a way, worship is a string of breathing holes the Lord provides His people. We get battered and bruised and feel trapped in a world frozen over with greed, selfishness, hatred. But God allows us, during worship, to rise above it all and catch a breath of heaven that encourages us and sustains us to face it all again.
Jeff Griffis
