Psalm 147:1-6
Alleluia! How good it
is to praise our God!
How pleasant and how
fitting to sing God’s praise!
YHWH rebuilds
Jerusalem, and gathers Israel’s exiles.
God heals the
brokenhearted, and binds up their wounds.
God knows the number
of the stars and calls each one by name.
Great is YHWH, and
mighty in power; there is no limit to God’s wisdom.
YHWH lifts up the
oppressed, and casts the corrupt to the ground.
Sing to our God with
thanksgiving; sing praise with the harp to our God –
Who covers the heavens
with clouds, who provides rain for the earth,
Who makes grass sprout
on the mountains and herbs for the service of the people,
Who gives food to the
cattle, and to the young ravens when they cry.
God does not thrill to
the strength of the horse, or revel in the fleetness of humans.
YHWH delights in those
who worship with reverence
and put their hope in
divine love.
God emphasizes that all things come from God who is the
source of life. God has the type of love that we can rely on, and that we can
put our hope in.
This love is one that rebuilds us when we’ve fallen down.
This love gathers us in when we have been sent away.
This love heals us, and cares for the wounds of our hearts.
This love is such that it knows the unimaginable number of
stars, and knows them individually.
This is a love that lifts up those that society oppresses,
and takes the power from the corrupt.
We are loved by our artistic Creator, our provider, and our
source of nourishment.
And God delights when we realize that God is the source of
all life, and of our lives. God is the truest lover of each of us.
May we have hope, may we have courage,
We had a music teacher from down the street come into our shop yesterday, her first time. She loved the place and we chatted for a while. She's trying to figure out how to carry her harp on the days she rides her bicycle. She said she had an idea for a way she could strap it to her back. Can you imagine seeing an angel with a harp riding her bicycle down the street? I can! I give thanks to God for all the angels, with our without harps, who show up in our midst.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of an angel, with a harp, riding her bike around the world.
Deletewhat a delightful world we live in!
-abby