Seems so obvious, just a part of being, doesn’t it? that we would gather up all our efforts, all of our mindshare, all of the breath that we have…all in order to give praise to this LORD of the heavens. The One who is the source of all this—those canals on Mars down to that capillary distribution system you’ve been given at birth. Nothing but wonder–even when we’ve wound ourselves up into unlimited sophistication–that’s all there is: speechless wonder, mouth ajar. Our little efforts at princely and presidential bungling here on what we think is our turf are not even shadows of what this Source of Life makes happen at, just for instance, sunrise.
But, just in case you’re still short-sightedly looking to those who for certain will end up in the dust, along with their promises, here goes the Psalmist on a rampage of the LORD’s platform: creating right before your eyes, making justice, caring for the oppressed and the imprisoned and the blind and the widowed. Ever been bent down–physically, depressingly, languishing in insecurity, like a sore on the face of the earth? Here comes He who lifts up!
Cut to the chase. The LORD has it all, now and forever. Hallelu to Yahweh!
