Psalm 47 — God Insists… Shout for Joy!

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God’s insistence is awesome…
It spooks all people, everywhere,
Cutting out from under us
Our legs of rationality and certainty.

 

Psalm 47:1-9         1 Applause, everyone. Bravo, bravissimo! Shout God–songs at the top of your lungs!2 God Most High is stunning,astride land and ocean. 3 He crushes hostile people,puts nations at our feet. 4 He set us at the head of the line,prize–winning Jacob, his favorite. 5 Loud cheers as God climbs the mountain,a ram’s horn blast at the summit.6 Sing songs to God, sing out!Sing to our King, sing praise!7 He’s Lord over earth,so sing your best songs to God. 8 God is Lord of godless nations—sovereign, he’s King of the mountain.9 Princes from all over are gathered,people of Abraham’s God. The powers of earth are God’s—he soars over all. (MSG)

[Peterson, Eugene H. The Message: The Bible in Contemporary Language. Colorado Springs: NavPress, 2002]

[Image:  “Creative Commons Applause – 84/365 by Barney Moss is licensed under CC BY 2.0”]

Musings on Psalm 47:1-9

Joyful singing and applause…  Shout so the whole world can hear…

God’s insistence is awesome…

It spooks all people, everywhere,

Cutting out from under us

Our legs of rationality and certainty.

Yet, when I listen closely…

attending with the inner ear of my heart

it feels as if I go to the head of the class…  as if I have been chosen…

as if God is speaking to me and only me.

Ironically, as personal as that insistence is…

as insistent as that insistence is…

as beckoning as that insistence beckons…

It is as if God were shouting from the mountain top!

Why O nations do you not hear?

Why O politicians do you only listen to your own voice?

Why O churches do you turn a deaf ear?

Why O Bart do you find it so easy to tune out..

to sing off key…

to not listen?

When Insistence insists…

when God is that “still small voice” that spooks…

When power is revealed as weakness,

and wholeness grounds the commonwealth…

Then know that the memories of the past no longer restrain us

and the promises of the future have already infected the Present Moment.

Know that all which has been spooked in the present…

all who have listened first (and listened again and again and again)

all those sing God’s praises as they are offering themselves…

they will be living memorials, caught up in the fulness, wholesomeness, and abundance

of Life,

of the Present Moment,

of the name of God. Perhaps*.

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