Today’s reading passed the 100 mark (we actually finished Psalm 101). In many ways, I feel like I am doing a disservice to the power of the mighty songs of God. Reading three to four Psalms per day is like taking a hymnal and simply reading the words of three to four songs each day. There is no melody to emphasize the beauty of the phrase, nor are there people with whom to raise my voice. Silence does not capture one ounce of the beautiful music of God.
I know there is power in proclaiming the Word. As a doctoral student (boy that sounds nice) my emphasis was proclamation and worship. I learned techniques and ways to best express the meaning of content and honor the beauty of the language of God. Psalms is the ancients Jew’s hymnal. We experience songs of praise, songs of protection, and songs of absolute sadness. Our complete DNA exists within all 150 songs. Each one pleads for God’s presence in all times; happy and sad. Sing to God, who can handle anything. Praise be to God!
Maybe next year, I can reflect on the Psalms by slowing down and taking each hymn much slower than I can right now. My hope is to sing each one, and feel the presence of the Spirit as expressed in the Psalmists’ eternal devotion to their God. May we take a moment to “Lift up our eyes to the hills. From where does our help come? It comes from the Lord“ (Ps. 121:1-2 ESV). Let us take time to raise our voices in song, united in the goodness of our God.