Good Thursday morning. We had a good turnout at our Ash Wednesday service last night. It was nice to see people in person. Ashes imposed with Q-tips worked pretty well. I pray things begin to return to some sort of normalcy.

Revelation 15: 1-4

“Then I saw another portent in heaven, great and amazing: seven angels with seven plagues, which are the last, for with them the wrath of God is ended.


2 And I saw what appeared to be a sea of glass mixed with fire, and those who had conquered the beast and its image and the number of its name, standing beside the sea of glass with harps of God in their hands. 3 And they sing the song of Moses, the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb:


“Great and amazing are your deeds,

    Lord God the Almighty!

Just and true are your ways,

    King of the nations!

4 Lord, who will not fear

    and glorify your name?

For you alone are holy.

    All nations will come

    and worship before you,

for your judgments have been revealed.”


This is very typical apocalyptic writing. John has told of horrors and now he adds more horrors in the upcoming verses. The material is grouped in sevens and threes standing for completeness and perfection. The scene is in heaven. The martyrs who have come through the end times are looking at a sea of glass mixed with fire. This is the fire of judgment.


They sing the song Moses sang when the Israelites came triumphantly through the Red Sea. The martyrs died agonizing deaths, but they came through victoriously. Exodus 15: 1-19. This song was sung by the Jews at every Sabbath evening service in the synagogue. This song commemorated the greatest deliverance of God’s people in the history of Israel.


This song is almost entirely composed of quotations from the Old Testament, mostly from Psalms. When the martyrs wished to find words to praise God for His goodness and His greatness, it was in the Scripture that they found them. There is not one mention about their own victory in this song; it is all about God’s greatness.


Blessings on your day,

Pastor Sue