Rise... and Walk

There he lay… the epitome of weakness and misery… waiting with many others for the fleeting moment when freedom could be theirs.  He lifted his head every now and then to gaze pensively at the still waters of the pool, hoping against hope that the next time those waters rippled in that strange fashion he could somehow reach them first.  But alas, the object of his hope and effort only drained the last dregs of his strength, and there he lay still... a prisoner of circumstances.  Ever hoping, ever wishing, ever trying, yet ever a prisoner.


But then the words… “Wilt thou be made whole?”  The face bending over him that emanated deep compassion ignited new hope in his heart.  Made whole?  Made whole…  Oh the joyous thought!    But all at once the countless unsuccessful attempts to reach the healing waters flashed before him, and he reminds the Stranger pragmatically that it is not realistically possible.


But the Man standing over him holds the power to make what is not practically possible Divinely possible, when coupled with human effort.  He speaks again.  “Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.”


A simple command.


He didn’t even say, “if you have the faith of a mustard seed...”  


Just a simple instruction.


And nothing happened when Jesus spoke those words.  He was still a paralytic.  But the Lord had spoken.  And those words had the power to completely change his life… if he would act upon them by faith.  As he lay there in utter weakness, he decided to obey.  And the very instant human will commanded human weakness to obey the voice of God, those motionless limbs thrilled with new strength, and he found himself a healed man.


So many times we are like that poor paralytic. Ever hoping, ever wishing, ever trying, yet ever a prisoner of circumstances.  We wait for conditions to “get better.”  We pine.  But our Heavenly Father is a wise father, and He will not do for us what we can do for ourselves.  Not that all the human effort in the world can accomplish anything but disaster, but when in faith human effort merges with Divine power, miracles happen.  And Jesus is as ready now to work miracles as He was when He walked this earth.


So friend, “Wilt thou be made whole?” Jesus has spoken, and there is no need for delay.  “Rise, take up thy bed, and walk.”

“My grace is sufficient for thee. My strength is made perfect in weakness.”  *  

* 2 Corinthians 12:9

My Sacrifice... and His

Ok, so this may be a little different, but I am sold on finishing showers with cold water.
It's great for getting lazy blood flowing, and for boosting the immune system, they say.  (Not convinced? Try it sometime. It pays, I promise.)  I must admit though that the experience is not always the most enjoyable, and it requires some determination to turn off that hot water.  As I was enduring my invigorating ritual the other day, this thought struck me.   "Strange… Why do we cringe to experience discomfort now when we know we will benefit later, yet so readily indulge in things that we know will cause pain later?"  Instantly my mind began to churn, and the following are the results of my musings...


Think of the sins that Satan pulls this creation into.  Every single one of them offer pleasure for the present, but deliver regret, pain, and sorrow afterwards.  Indulge now, pay later. (Sound familiar?)


Now think of worthy goals or aspirations.  Every one requires sacrifice… Sacrifice of comfort, of convenience, of self.  Discipline.  Patience.  But true satisfaction is the sure result.


The truth is, human nature does not like sacrifice.  We cringe.  We vacillate. We consider giving up because it's just "too hard."  Could it be that the enemy has fooled us into weighing the price against our feelings, rather than the reward?  Maybe that is why in the Bible and in our daily experiences we see so many examples of the principle of suffering first, enduring reward later.* It may be God's antidote for our malady.  


“And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible.  I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air: But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.”  I Corinthians 9:25-27

*****

Just to set this straight, running this race is not all about a golden crown and a mansion.  If it is, the counterfeits of this world will sooner be the objects of our devotion.


It takes love... Love stronger than temptation... Love stronger than death.


The love that spent thirty-three years practicing this principle that I am talking about so that he could sacrifice his very life.


The love that in dark Gethsemane chose to forgo life, the universe, His Father... for oblivion,


So that all we have to sacrifice is the things that will pass away... for eternal paradise.


What is my sacrifice?  I am shaken, I am ashamed. Lord, let me mingle my tears with Yours, and my sweat drops with Your bloody ones.  Heaven is cheap enough.

“Therefore brethren, we are debtors, not to the flesh, to live after the flesh.  For if ye live after the flesh, ye shall die: but if ye through the Spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live…For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us. Romans 8:12,13,18


“Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Heb. 12:1,2


*Read Desire of Ages p.148.3

Trust

Something that is standing out in my mind like the morning star in the twilight sky...

God always gives us the best

When we give Him the choice.

Always.

The Highest Honor

Living in an obscure village, toiling in the carpentry shop, mitering corners, sanding boards, walking to the synagogue every Sabbath...think of it... for thirty years.  Every duty performed perfectly and faithfully no matter how small or seemingly insignificant.

The Man that would calm the sea and heal the sick, cleanse the lepers and raise the dead.

God on earth.

His family did not understand Him, His friends forsook Him,  and the leaders of the nation dogged His steps, waiting for a chance to snuff out His life... until they did.   

The Lamb of God.

He was by far the greatest human being to ever live on our planet, right?  However, if you think you will gain recognition and honor in this world by following in His footsteps, think twice.

Because "the servant is not greater than his lord."     

But...

If we suffer with Him, "we shall also reign with Him."

And "of all the gifts that heaven can bestow upon men, fellowship with Christ in His sufferings is  

the most weighty trust and the highest honor." *

the highest honor

*The Desire of Ages p. 224

Investing in Eternity

Flipping randomly  through my Bible the other day,  I came across Isaiah 55.  (I love that chapter.)  The focus of the first couple of verses is invitation.  But somehow verse two struck me in an unusual way this time...

"Wherefore do ye spend money for that which is not bread?  and your labor for that which satisfieth not?  hearken diligently unto me, and eat ye that which is good, and let your soul delight itself in fatness."

It really made me think.
  
There are only so many hours in the day, only so many days in a life, and only so much time left for this world.
I don't know when I may be laughing one moment, and dead the next.
I don't know when I will have to stand before the Lord to give account for what He has left in my care.

Every day, God is teaching me what is really important in life.  And I am realizing more and more that time, energy, money, life, are precious gifts.  God gives us freedom of choice to decide what we will do with those gifts.

I can choose to expend my time, energy and money on self-serving,  but in the end I will have nothing to show for my effort but a charge of robbery.

And the things we thought were so important here, will appear as they really are... vanity.

There are only two things that we will carry out of this world... People, and our characters.

That's all that really matters.

And am I glad... :)

Let's invest in both.  Let's invest in eternity.

Planning God's Plans?

I learn more and more every day,  while at the same time I seem to know less and less.  That is because God has a way of showing me that His wisdom is infinitely greater than my own.  It only makes sense... He's my Creator, and I'm His child.


If you are like me, you have made it a habit to pray for God's wisdom,  His guidance, His will to be done.  That's a good thing.  But I hope that while you pray for God's plan,  you don't also plan His answer... like I have found myself doing sometimes.


It's hard to take when the answer from the heavens is "No" when we want "Yes,"  "Go here" when we want to go there, "Wait" when we want to act now.  And friends, if we're really in tune, we'll know what God is telling us.  Sometimes there is no answer at all right away,  but that doesn't mean our prayer isn't heard.  Even Daniel fasted and prayed for three weeks one time before he received an answer.*  There are so many things that we are not aware of, that we don't understand.  If we are living in harmony with Him, there's one thing we can be sure of... God never misses messages in His inbox.


So when we get an answer we don't want to hear, what will we do?  Fallen human nature likes to just ignore it and pretend like nothing happened.  Maybe we'll get our way after all if we don't count it as well... counting.


Yes,  we can take care of things that way.  But we might as well quit praying.  We might as well plan on getting along on our own smarts.  What a scary thought...


I can tell you from my own personal experience that God is infinitely wiser than I am.  And  not only that,  He loves me and cares about every detail of my life infinitely more than I am capable of comprehending.  When I look in the rear view mirror at what God has done,  I can see that He really does have everything under control.  Sometimes even what seem to be disasters prove later to be the working of miracles.  And why did I ever worry? (That's another lesson.)


Stopped at a traffic light,  I once saw a bumper sticker that read, "Jesus Is My Co-Pilot."  I smiled at the irony of it.  I'm quite certain I'd rather have Him be the Pilot... I'll be the passenger.

"For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the LORD.  For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts." Isaiah 55:8,9

"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end." Jeremiah 29:11




*See Daniel 10, Prophets and Kings p. 571,  The Sanctified Life p. 51

Sweet Hour of Prayer

“He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty…”  

Every time I hear these words, a song begins to play in my mind that was indelibly engraved there at the age of five when I learned Psalm 91 put to music.  

“...I will say of the Lord, 'He is my refuge and my fortress:  My God; in Him will I trust.'"  

Psalm 91 has been a nearly life-long source of promises to claim. 

But the first words… I pause on them for the first time.  Realization replaces vague awareness. 
How did I ever miss it?

"He that dwelleth in the secret place…” 

The condition... that goes with the promise.  


So the "secret place"... That was the place our Savior resorted to frequently.

Dwelling… That’s residing, inhabiting, living.  Not visiting occasionally, or when badly needed.  
My mind runs rapidly along the words... There it is again--the condition echoed.

"Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation."


And again.


"Because he hath known my name." 


I think it's the most beautiful condition I've ever read.  If we will live in continual communion with God, living a lifestyle of connectedness with the Divine,  learning to know Him, He will do for us everything that He says will do in that chapter.

"No other life was ever so crowded with labor and responsibility as was that of Jesus; yet how often He was found in prayer! How constant was His communion with God! Again and again in the history of His earthly life are found records such as these: “Rising up a great while before day, He went out, and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed.”  “Great multitudes came together to hear, and to be healed by Him of their infirmities. And He withdrew Himself into the wilderness, and prayed.” “And it came to pass in those days, that He went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.” Mark 1:35; Luke 5:15, 16; 6:12.

    “As one with us, a sharer in our needs and weaknesses, He was wholly dependent upon God, and in the secret place of prayer He sought divine strength, that He might go forth braced for duty and trial." Desire of Ages p. 362

Get this one...

"As a man He supplicated the throne of God till His humanity was charged with a heavenly current that should connect humanity with divinity.  Through continual communion He received life from God, that He might impart life to the world.  His experience is to be ours."  Desire of Ages p. 363

I want that experience. I want it...  I have a had a taste, but I want more.

And, imagine, if we could all find that secret place,

We could turn this world upside-down.*


*Great Controversy p. 210.1 

Perfect in Weakness

I can hardly believe it was eleven days ago when we arrived in Houston to attend GYC.  It was an eventful week of five hour nights (which would have been a luxury for some of my friends),  but I am changed.  Changed by the dozen or so miracles and answered prayers.  Changed by the testimonies of friends,  and the inspiring messages.  And do you know what is like to be completely exhausted and devoid of self-confidence, and God sends His strength right at the moment you needed it?  It's thrilling.


I was going to try to share something that God has laid on my heart without talking about myself. But I think it will carry more weight with the help of my testimony.  And it actually isn't about me anyway...read on.


It was the last day of GYC, Sunday, and I was to sing special music at the commitment service.  I was already afraid of how afraid I was going to be with several thousand eyeballs and ears focused my direction.  And as if that were not enough,  I was completely exhausted and I hadn't gotten nearly enough practice and warm-up to satisfy my human confidence.  Give this glorious song of God's love justice on my own? Not. 


So I prayed...a lot.  On my knees in my room, in the elevator, walking the halls of the convention center.  The Lord had shown me Psalm 51:15 that morning, which says, "O Lord, open thou my lips, and my mouth shall show forth thy praise."  I hung on to that verse like a shipwreck survivor to a splinter of wood.  


As I made my way backstage,  the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach grew worse.  By the time I sat down backstage, I was feeling prostrate.  I was not ready for this.  Now, some of my friends that are used to appearing before large crowds might find this amusing, but for me it was nerve-racking. Sitting in one of the temporary partitioned rooms in the huge area backstage,  I leaned my head on the guitar in my lap...and prayed some more.  I knew God would not let me down.  I had enough experience with Him to know that.  (Don't ask me why I was so nervous then.)  I finally concluded that God was not going to give me the strength I needed until the moment I needed it...


I was right!  Three or four minutes before I went out, the physical exhaustion began to leave.  I walked out onstage,  and all fear stayed backstage.  As the words "I cannot tell why He Whom angels worship should set His love upon the sons of men" flowed from my lips...the lips that God was moving, my heart was moved with love and awe.  I could not have been less nervous singing in my bedroom.  If anyone was blessed by that song,  God deserves ten thousand praises!

* * * * *

Now for my point.  So often we set out to battle sin and self, and find ourselves knocked flat on our faces.  We are trying to do the impossible in our own feeble strength.  


Could it be that if we are as emptied of self-confidence as I was backstage....


And if we cling to God's promises and pray for Divine strength as desperately as I did....


We would experience miracles in our hearts and lives just as real as that miracle onstage.  


Yes, most of us already know this, but I tell you, there is nothing like experiencing that power firsthand, and then realizing that it is the very same power available to us for every aspect of our lives.  Put God to the test, my friend, and tap into strength that is truly made perfect in weakness.

Only Setting the Stage

Two million former slaves are trapped between a sea, mountains, and the Egyptian army....

A hated and despised brother waits in fear as his brother sets out to destroy him and his family, and there's nothing he can do in defense....

A general realizes he is running out of daylight to defeat the enemy in a crucial battle....

Some fishermen in a boat on the sea find themselves in the worst storm they have ever experienced and are looking death in the face....

What happens when seemingly insurmountable problems meet up with an omnipotent God whose word is law?  When feeble hands reach out in faith and take hold of God's promises?

A sea divides in two and a dry path forms a way of escape.

A hard heart is softened.

The sun stands still.

The storm flees at three words from the Savior.

The darkness now, the perplexity and trouble now, makes the deliverance all the more glorious.  It's almost as though God is setting the stage.... for miracles to happen on.

So when problems and perplexities crop up and loom over us like a giant,  when we can't seem to see farther than arm's length in front of us, let's step back, "stand...still, and see the salvation of the Lord."

He's only setting the stage.


Examples used in this post:
Exodus 14
Genesis 32
Joshua 10:1-14
Mark 4:35-41

Time for Eternity

Time ticks by as the earth turns and slowly makes its revolution around the sun (or not so slowly!). And one thing is for sure, even if the clock stops, time doesn't.  It is one thing in this world that we can depend on.  It doesn't change it's course and slow down or speed up according to what happens in our world. It just continues on its steady, endless journey.

But while time will go on for eternity, what we do with it now will determine whether or not it will go on without us.

Time is a precious gift.  We have been given full and free access to its every second.  And actually, everyone does something with every second.  It is not something that we can choose to leave on the shelf and not use. So, now it's time to ask ourselves a question:  "Where do all the minutes go?"

....Hopefully not into a trash can behind us.

We are involved in a cosmic war.  (Sorry, you're enlisted.)  God needs soldiers, disciplined and determined, who will go and wrest souls from Satan's grasp.  But the enemy has devised every distraction imaginable to drug us into a stupor that will cause us to become oblivious to what is really going on.  And unfortunately, he has been quite successful.  It's as if a building is burning, and people are screaming for help inside, and we are standing on the sidewalk with our phone, busy on Facebook.  Shocking, isn't it?  But friends, that is exactly what we are doing.  I am appalled as I look into the "trash can" behind me, and see the irretrievable moments, carelessly squandered, that could have been spent in prayer, in study, in service, in reaching out to humanity.  The Master will hold us accountable for every minute He graciously gives us.  (See Matt.25:14-30)

 If the time we as Christians waste would be spent pouring our lives out for the Gospel, imagine how much sooner Jesus would come!  How many more souls could be won for the kingdom!  If our eyes could be opened, as God opened the eyes of Elisha's servant,*  we would see the angels holding back the four winds, whistling, straining to blow hurricane-force upon this earth.  They are giving us extra time... They are waiting.

But they won't wait much longer.

When will we wake up?  When will we realize that we have no time to waste?

The choice is yours. The choice is mine.  What will we do with our time?

"The crisis is stealing gradually upon us. The sun shines in the heavens, passing over its usual round, and the heavens still declare the glory of God. Men are still eating and drinking, planting and building, marrying and giving in marriage. Merchants are still buying and selling. . . . Pleasure lovers are still crowding to theaters, horse races, gambling hells. The highest excitement prevails, yet probation's hour is fast closing, and every case is about to be eternally decided. Satan sees that his time is short. He has set all his agents to work, that men may be deceived, deluded, occupied, and entranced, until the day of probation shall be ended and the door of mercy be forever shut. The time is right upon us when there will be sorrow that no human balm can heal. Sentinel angels are now restraining the four winds, that they shall not blow till the servants of God are sealed in their foreheads; but when God shall bid His angels loose the winds, there will be a scene of strife such as no pen can picture. . . . " 

-In Heavenly Places p. 342

"Angels are now restraining the winds of strife, until the world shall be warned of its coming doom; but a storm is gathering, ready to burst upon the earth, and when God shall bid His angels loose the winds, there will be such a scene of strife as no pen can picture. . . .  

     A moment of respite has been graciously given us of God. Every power lent us of heaven is to be used in doing the work assigned us by the Lord for those who are perishing in ignorance. The warning message is to be sounded in all parts of the world. . . . A great work is to be done, and this work has been entrusted to those who know the truth for this time. " 

-Maranatha p.266

* 2 Kings 6:15-17

Keep Paddling!

One thing I love to do outdoors in the summer is go canoeing down a river.  The exercise, the fresh air, and the sparkling water is exhilarating.  I'm the type that likes to keep the canoe moving.  And if you have any amount of experience in canoeing, you know that some places in the river move faster than others.

It makes me think of the Christian life. There are fast and exciting times when we can see God working in amazing ways, rough times when every ounce of strength is on the stretch and we crave Divine power.  It is in these whitewater experiences that our faith in God grows, our connection with Him strengthens.

We are inspired, our hearts ignite.

But friends, lulls come in every Christian life.  Times when things just don't seem to be moving forward and nothing special is happening.  It is in these times that we are in danger of becoming indifferent, of losing our focus...

in danger of forgetting what we are here for and where we are going.


A warm and sandy bank beckons us to stop and take a break, and let the lazy waters pass by.  Will we stop?  Will we get distracted? Will we lose our faith?


This is where the depth of our connection with God shows.  Friends, we can't expect that we will stay inspired with our hearts on fire if we don't maintain a steady, moment-by-moment communion with our Lord.  In this day of Facebook and texting, people stay connected. Constantly exchanging words no matter where they are and what they are doing.  Can't we do that with God?  He loves to hear from us just as much as our friends do.  Is it enough to say a prayer in the morning and before we go to bed? Are we staying connected?*  


Friends, let's keep our eyes on Jesus; let's stay connected with Him as we "press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." **


Through the whitewater and the calm water,


Let's keep paddling!



* John 15:4-6
** Phil. 3:14

Why Do I Love Him?

A few weeks ago, I was contemplating all the things God has done and is doing in my life and all the things He has given me. As my heart brimmed with love for God,  I was interrupted by this startling thought:  What if it all were taken away, and all I had left in the world was myself and my God?  Would I still love Him?  Would I still be praising Him as I am now?  Will I say with Job, "The LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away; Blessed be the name of the LORD"?  I had to think about that awhile.  That is a question we all need to ask ourselves, because there is coming a time when everything we have in this world will be taken from us, and the path we once walked by sight, we will have to walk by faith.*

I thought about Job and how he stood firm, not  having the scriptures to guide and affirm him.  Why did he stay faithful? How?  I wasn't sure that I could do that if I were Job.

But then it came to me...there is a sharp contrast between the life of the sinner and the life of the obedient.  There is simply pure happiness in walking in obedience to God's laws out of a heart of love. Job knew this way of happiness.  He had experienced it.  He could see that the God that so many scoffed and rejected was a God of love and wisdom that cared about him.  He had a close relationship with Him. For Job, there could be no turning back, no giving up on the One whom he had come to know...and love.  He loved God, not just what He gave him.

We must cultivate that vital connection with Jesus now.  We need to spend time with Him in prayer, reading His Word, contemplating on His life and His character.  As we do, we will begin to know Him...faintly, yes, as in a dim mirror.  But it will be a foretaste of the life to come, when we will come face to face with our Maker.**  Our Maker that died for us....

That's a reason Job didn't have.

We will begin to love Him for who He is, and not just for what He gives us.   That, my friends, is the secret for a life that will withstand the fieriest trials and, like Job, "come forth as gold."



* The Great Controversy p. 408
**The Great Controversy pp. 676-677

Thanksgiving

Yesterday marked the beginning of a whole new year to be thankful for. And this Thanksgiving I counted my blessings more than ever before. I can hardly begin...


All the beautiful things He has done and is doing in my life, and the things that He has graciously preserved.  The countless things we take for granted every day.  A loving family.  God's Word.  Miracles.  Friends. Trials. Yes, that's right. Trials.

Yes, I am thankful for trials,  I rejoice, because through them I have gained an experience deeper and  richer than I ever would have obtained. Through this past year, God has shown me, like never before, what it truly means to have a trusting, abiding relationship with Him.  As I look back over a very eventful, life-changing year, this one thing has been ingrained into my consciousness...that God is faithful.


Faithful to His promises.  Faithful to hold my hand and lead the way through the darkest and most perplexing times of my life, and bring me safely through.


I have discovered the power of prayer and the peace and security of leaning my full weight on those everlasting arms.  What a gift that, by God's grace,  I will always treasure.  What a gift that will never allow me to forget the Giver.

The Least I Can Do

Consider this a sequel to my last post.


What is this about giving honor and glory to God?  Some may think God is selfish for wanting all the attention for Himself.  Someone once said to me in an email after I expressed my amazement at what God had done for me, "God likes you, mainly because of how hard you work for Him. He should pay you more."  Oh did my heart begin to burn.  I responded, "No, He's done more for me than I could ever pay Him back for.  He has already promised me the world and I believe He'll keep his promise." 


To me, servitude is gratitude. The Lord works miracles in my life every day.  He has proven to me time and time again that I do not need to worry any more than the lilies do.  He has given me more than I could have thought to ask for.  How can I do otherwise than to express my thankfulness in willing service? 


Friends, when I see Jesus in Gethsemane with those sweat drops of blood upon His brow... 
When I picture Him on the cross as He says "forgive them for they know not what they do"... 
When I envision Him in the most holy place, making atonement for all the times I have hurt Him... my heart is overwhelmed with gratitude. This is no narcissistic despot. What else can I do but give Him the honor and praise He deserves. It's the least I can do.

Glorifying the Creator

The other day I came across this quotation, and it caught my attention....

"Music was made to serve a holy purpose, to lift the thoughts to that which is pure, noble, and elevating, and to awaken in the soul devotion and gratitude to God. What a contrast between the ancient custom and the uses to which music is now too often devoted! How many employ this gift to exalt self, instead of using it to glorify God! A love for music leads the unwary to unite with world-lovers in pleasure-gatherings where God has forbidden his children to go. Thus that which is a great blessing when rightly used, becomes one of the most successful agencies by which Satan allures the mind from duty and from the contemplation of eternal things." ~Christian Education 62.3 

We know that whatever our hands find to do, we should do it with our might. (Eccl. 9:10). Yet we often find ourselves falling into the trap of using our talent to boost our ego.  Being a musician, I am guilty of this myself.  It is a sly trap, and only an unswerving focus on Jesus can keep us on the straight and narrow.  A good question to ask ourselves, whether we be music-makers or music-listeners, is this:  What is my attention or the attention of others drawn to the most in this music?  Is it the awesomeness of our Creator, His unending love, the beauty of His character? Or is it  showmanship, awesome feats, how it makes us feel?    

Does this mean we ought not to strive for excellence in our praise to God?  I don't think so. Psalm 33:3 says, "Sing unto him a new song; play skilfully with a loud noise." Also, we glorify Him by making good use of the talents that He has given us. But there is a fine balance between excellence and prideful display of what we can do. 

One thing that stands paramount in my mind is this:  (I am using the voice as an example.) I did not create my voice.  God did.  Therefore it is His.  I am only His steward.  Should I not be using it for His glory?  We are creatures created to serve our Creator,  but so often we "serve the creature more than the Creator."  Romans 1:5  We think our talent is ours, and we may do whatever we like with it...when in reality, we wouldn't even have life if He didn't give it to us.  And eternal life is ours because Jesus "humbled Himself and became obedient unto death." Phil. 2:8

When you think of it that way, I think we owe the glory, our lives, to Him.    

"I Cannot Tell" video (December 2010)