Flexing down there in the larynx, what more can one little set of vocal cords do in the face of contemplation of or encounter with this God of all creation, whose power is unleashed through His breath and cascades across time and space, never diminishing.
Haaa-LAAA-Louuuu bursts out and up from those cords, joining in the choruses already in progress from the highest and furthest places in the heavens. God’s creational voice has done its work and its effects remain on target forever. All the heavens, even that watery chaos, is bubbling outward and upward with praise to this LORD of it all. And so the earthly creatures rev up and join in. Pluto and a child in duet. Angel and dairy cow and fire-red cardinal forming a trio. The Milky Way a background chorus. Nothing beyond, above, more timely, more powerful than this LORD.
No room nor thought for real star wars, for ill health, for trivial earthquakes, for broken human relationship…all so transient, so minimal, in the midst of such an expanse. Or is there? Isn’t that the LORD right there leaning down into the noontime heat of a surgical intervention, into the grief of Mrs. Elstad, into the huge rifts in congregation and amongst friends? Sing out even more, you seemingly forgotten ones. The LORD is at hand, splendorous in the above as in the below. Like Israel, He’ll track you ‘til the end. Hallelujah!
