{"id":4202,"date":"2019-03-29T09:24:48","date_gmt":"2019-03-29T09:24:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/?p=4202"},"modified":"2019-09-20T10:33:34","modified_gmt":"2019-09-20T10:33:34","slug":"i-have-become-like-a-clanking-sistrum-1-cor-131","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/i-have-become-like-a-clanking-sistrum-1-cor-131\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cI have become like a clanking Sistrum\u201d (1 Cor. 13:1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Translated By Hiwot Salelew<\/strong><\/p>\n

A sistrum; an instrument with a divine sound which we stand before GOD to express our gratitude was from the ancient Levites till the New Testament\u2019s temple, choir and the oldest tent of Moses, till today\u2019s Holy Church. Sistrum and drum essentially beautifies our gratitude and psalm. We barely see the minister\u2019s paw without sistrum and drum amplifying Outer ambulatory. It is astounding how Outer ambulatory is not distinguished from these except at the great fast! Unfortunately, we haven\u2019t seen them during their servile era entering holy temple and partaking in the honor of the Holy Communion; even now and then, their service is external.<\/p>\n

Saint Paul employ the illustration representing the empty life, \u201cif I acknowledge every human\u2019s voice and speak by angel\u2019s idiom, I am like a jangling bronze and clanking sistrum if I don\u2019t have love,\u201d (1 Cor. 13:1). Realizing this, I looked back to my soul, who lived in the temple from infancy and when Israel surrender as they said \u201cWe cried after Zion\u2019s farewell,\u201d and I cried for my capitulated and bare Zion soul. Who would know that she is hopeful gravel? Nor concede what\u2019s promised for thy?<\/p>\n

Thus, I persistently cried for my soul at the Babylon\u2019s ocean, and told her over and over again \u201cyou are like a jangling bronze and clanking sistrum\u201d. Think about it! The ambulatory wouldn\u2019t start without me, the psalm wouldn\u2019t be enlightened, the minister\u2019s craw can\u2019t open, couldn\u2019t beautify the swirling, their hand moves because of me, poetry couldn\u2019t be written. Tell me! What is splendor without me? In which service don\u2019t I participate? \u00a0Which vicar was presented in reverencing GOD? Even now and then, I have value at the service of this sanctuary. Or else, how would the ambulatory be exquisite? Who serves sleepless without my presence? Many gets inspired by my melodic voice harmonized with the drum. Listening to me by their labyrinth, appreciating my beautiful creation, and say, ” praise with the divine cadence sistrum\u201d. Only gazing at my pleasant tone, they admire affirming \u201chow fortunate I am\u201d. Eagerly they wait until I sing. When a person weds, dies or gets honorably appointed, they feel like the world revolves around them whom are frequently called upon.<\/p>\n

Sitting honorably amongst people, ascertaining my entire reputation, one day I put down the substantial curtain and looked at my soul, she clanks! And I listened. I didn\u2019t even do what I deserved. I am a useless slave, \u201cI have become like a clanking Sistrum,\u201d\u00a0<\/strong>worries my soul. What have the playing ritual drum, the beat of the drum and the clanking sistrum benefited themselves? Afterwards, how many generations have inherited GOD\u2019s kingdom reaching the Promise Land? Somebody else took advantage broadening their holiness and become like angels; but they are still mortal.<\/p>\n

Hasn\u2019t changed in this generation either; it doesn\u2019t seem like they will leave this life until lord Christ comes for judgment day. I am like them! I sing psalm acclaiming the poetry, seizing the time, I will deliver the covenant and I have read the bible beginning till end.<\/p>\n

Untoward to my existence, assuming what I say is the imitation of my life, people get astonished, envy to become me, but, without realizing how I have become like a jangling bronze and clanking sistrum. I screamed! But do not know why, nor will I ever change by my shattering, after me, many who came from east and west entered GOD\u2019s kingdom. Those who heard his words and changed by his gospel repented their sin. But still today in denial, I have become like jangling bronze and with no craving, like a clanking sistrum.<\/p>\n

If only I knew what I was screaming about, no one would have come first before me. It is unfortunate that I am a lifeless tin. But my voice is amusing, my diligence is remarkable. My concurrence with his gratitude and my versatility is righteous; a pity though, for I am forsaken.<\/p>\n

Whether I give my flesh to flying birds, share what my assets with the deprived, although they call me father of the poor, even if I fast and pray till my fillets is revealed, without love, aren\u2019t I\u00a0 like jangling bronze and a clanking sistrum? Unless I eat the flesh and drink the blood of the son of man, what good is my yelping! When my soul denied obliging for his flesh and blood is the clanking sistrum with the devoid of virtuous silence and cried, so did I.<\/p>\n

Oh! God, change me from being like a sistrum and resembling a bronze!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Source: Amharic text by Deacon Yosef Bekele\u00a0<\/strong>at\/ www.mahiberekidusan.com\/amharicwebsite\/<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Translated By Hiwot Salelew A sistrum; an instrument with a divine sound which we stand before GOD to express our gratitude was from the ancient Levites till the New Testament\u2019s temple, choir and the oldest tent of Moses, till today\u2019s Holy Church. Sistrum and drum essentially beautifies our gratitude and psalm. We barely see the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[74],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4202","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-christian-living-and-doctrines"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4202"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4202"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4202\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4412,"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4202\/revisions\/4412"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4202"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4202"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/eotcmk.org\/e\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4202"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}