Before getting into the whistling part, firstly I want to say that the Bible clearly reveals that God especially enjoys music, and this is fundamental to the crux of my story here. It should also be a given that even less than joyous lyrical music will still have interest for God, because both the mood set by the instrumentation, and the words being sung aloud can have the unique ability to reveal that man is sometimes voicing his trials, suffering, and cries for help directly to Him in powerful melodic form, and by so doing, is confessing aloud that he is in a seemingly hopeless situation that is beyond his ability to conquer alone.
So while many songs are certainly joyful, giving God pleasure, it is likely the songs of distress and hopelessness that are more apt to move God to have compassion and tell Him that the situation is desperate enough to put to music and sing with as much fervor as any intense prayer. In fact, music is prayer.
Any form of music sent up sincerely and purposely to God, will surely be listened to, for this is the most expressive type of language there is, and He is the author of it; and being the author of such a method of expressive and colorful communication, is what has led me to the rest of my story.
I got to thinking one day about God’s creative propensity, His surroundings and what He might have been doing long before He had created the angels. I’m still not sure why my mind went in that direction just then, but I do know I’ve never lost my intense childhood inquisitiveness, nor do I ever plan on losing it. At any rate, here I am alone, sitting out on the porch in the morning, gazing out across the tops of the trees while rocking back and forth with my fingers tapping out a rhythm on the arm of the rocker, and diving deeper and deeper into my thoughts, “Hmm, just what might He have actually been doing some of the time before the company of angels came about I wonder?” I knew He was called the Alpha and always was, but the angels weren’t because they were first conceived in His mind, then created, so surely there had to have been an unknown interval of time when God was thinking and doing other things.”
“Wait a minute. This isn’t precisely what I want to know!” A rundown of the things He might be doing is all very intriguing, but really, it’s pretty much a given that He was undoubtedly forever doing a myriad of things involving masterly conception and creation, but since there are no records of what those things were, it’s a moot point. What I really want to know is just some aspect of how a perfect mind might focus and proceed with the task at hand, kind of like watching and learning a man’s daily routine from breakfast to bedtime sort of thing, and that just might be something that can very well be deduced using the Old Testament.
Granted the whole rocking chair musing exercise was little more than a Sherlock Holmes style deductive reasoning game based on a bit of Biblical reference with a huge bit of pure conjecture, and doubtless, way out there in left field, but that’s often how I relax, have fun and get my mind off of depressing things… like living in one room. Other people mow their lawns to do that, but not me. I have to be comfortably loafing. Besides, I don’t have a lawn anymore, and it’s no less constructive than making up jokes and one-liners for a book. Well, except for the royalties the book can return if anybody buys the thing.
So I began thinking all over again, but this time with the specific desire to envision God out in the field, putting in His next seven-day creation project. How does He carrying Himself about? In that same cloud that hovered over the tabernacle tent for forty years in the wilderness? How does He start His morning? Does He sit, stand or both when He works or does He continuously move about?
Then a really intriguing thought suddenly entered my mind. Does He talk to Himself or make other kinds of vocalizations when He has an epiphany or asks Himself whether there’s a better way of doing the thing He’s making? Yes, that’s it! That’s the question! What a concept! Does He talk, shout, laugh and even sing to Himself all the time? If He does, then I’ve stumbled onto an aspect of God I can really relate to.
I talk things out and sing to myself constantly when I’m alone. So if I’m made in God’s image, why wouldn’t He talk and sing to Himself as well? I always find that talking to another me, gets the bugs out of the project sooner and with much greater clarity. Talking to one’s self is a constructive thing. Having a mental handicap that causes strange verbalizing is not, and people who make fun of you for talking to yourself, need to learn the difference.
Now the obvious was entering my mind and all the lights came on. “Wait a second. God made the decision to populate heaven with angels for intelligent company and to be recognized as being their creator.” He thought out their makeup and endowed them with the specific talents and skills of His choosing. And what do we know from the Bible, to be one of the greatest talents that angels do so well, that would have made Him want to create them precisely the way He did? They sing! They started singing from the time they were created and they haven’t stopped since. Their singing is the most beautiful sound in existence. It’s the Heavenly Choir!
Within sixty minutes after stepping out onto the porch that morning, my rocking chair crossed the finish line. The Creator of music had always been making some sort of melodic compositions, either as a concept in His mind, or more likely, manifested as real audible music emanating from the very same voice that spoke to Moses and the prophets. And if God is singing with His own voice, then the strong probability is that like us, when we’re busy working, we drop back from singing to less focused humming and whistling mode.
There it was. A uniquely physical attribute that God undoubtedly has, that I as a music lover could relate to and have a daily pick-me-up affinity with right here on this temporal plane. Whether its accurate or not doesn’t matter. It falls into the realm of probability, and I can take that worked out rocking chair exercise and hold on to it as a calming thought just for me, on the same level as a memorable sunset by the ocean or that little wooden cross around your neck. Admittedly there is no other use for such thinking as this was, but imagination has always been useful to me as it gives me nearly as much pleasure in this life as music.
What I’ve done with this Sherlock deduction as a way to remind me that God loves music enough to be apt to hum or whistle sometimes, is turn it into a fun greeting whenever I meet someone new, so they always get an introduction of, “Hi there… Nice to meet you. My name is Doug, and I know something about God that you don’t”. And when they ask, “What?”, I reply, “He whistles while He works!” People always smile and laugh, but then God does that too… while He whistles of course. That’s my final word on the subject, and I’m sticking with it to the end.
Douglas L. Duncan