Oh, how we sell ourselves short—we’re talking the BIG Board in the heavens here. Sure, we bigshots are managing our careers, our families, and all our other little bailiwicks here on earth, cobbling together our little paper portfolios, so to speak, but it’s all next to nothing compared to what’s already embedded in our DNA…built into creation by this God for whom even babies come out of the womb babbling praise. Ever listen to a baby practicing those sounds-getting off on this sound, then that one, then the next? Listen hard—there it is, that ecstatic and gurgling praise to the LORD of all Life in the midst of that saliva-strewn repetitive-ness. We like to take over at an early age, though. About the time those crayon drawings lose their wild, extravagent, and foolish creativity—we start dialing back and getting civilized.
Such powerful praise, though, drives back attackers, makes “hell’s foundations quiver”, as Sabine Baring-Gould, the hymnist, writes. Perhaps you can’t imagine such a battle scene? such a place as this in the heavenly structures for you and me? having dominion of all His works? born to praise? Yet, there we all are, fussing around in the trivial…
Go ahead, cover up that carefully greased up coiffure with that crown of glory—a perfect fit, directly from your LORD, now sitting in heaven, waiting for you to get busy and live as His sons and daughters, you children of God, you.
O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens.
2 From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.
3 When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
5 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everything under his feet:
7 all flocks and herds, and the beasts of the field,
8 the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.
9 O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
I’m wanting to quote from your blog on Psalm 8 in my sermon this Sunday.
I request your permission. I especially love the responsibility the Psalm
calls for in your words: “waiting for you to get busy and live as His sons and daughters, you children of God, you.”
Comment by Charlot — June 14, 2012 @ 4:13 am
OK, thanks for reading…
Comment by joel — August 2, 2012 @ 6:14 pm