We need to look no further than American slaves singing spirituals on the horrid plantations or chain gangs using crafty cadences to remind them of their humanity. The melody of the soul silences the mockery of our surroundings.
He Saw That It Was Good p. 31
This is an interesting thesis. Is the melody of the soul able to silence the mockery of our surroundings? What about the mockery of our own heart? I’m not sure the voices of the mockers themselves are silenced, but they are overpowered when we choose to listen to a soul that is content with God. And it takes the voices of others—maybe individually struggling with their own mocking voices. Collectively they add courage to the mocked, and the melody ties them together purposefully and powerfully.
Lingering Over Leaves 