“About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the prisoners were listening to them.” (v. 25)

I do have to wonder:

If I were persecuted…

If I were unjustly accused…

If I were imprisoned because of faithfulness to the Lord Jesus and His calling…

…would you find me singing hymns?

Or is my praise dependent upon my comfort?

Whatever you’re going through—or whatever is ahead—may you be so captivated by Jesus’ goodness that you praise Him still. May the hope of heaven be enough to distinguish your songs here. May you give thanks in all things.

If “wonder” ever turns to reality, keep singing.

— Tyler