Four doxologies pasted together one right after the other—and, still it barely scratches the surface of the wonder and glory of our God.
The whole planet is singing and praising. It takes its breath deep down in the core and the wind and the waves spit out glories of all that He is, all that He has done—like hurricanes rushing over the seas, across the plains, over the mountains and up into the heavens, then crashing back into the waters. Something like that?
This is the One who even leans down to us humans—rescuing us from armies, nations even. Which of your gods has time for us? Which of your gods lets loose with all His resources to claim his people’s histories as His own? Only this Holy One. Claim Him, praise Him, lift up His name to all nations. There is only this One, no other.
He’s examined us down into our depths, put us in the witness box, sent us into deep and dark places…for our own sake, not His own, but for ours. He has let us be taken down into the public arenas and shoved and prodded and laid open for all to see, let us be bound up and thrown into the fires of anger and hatred. Yet, we find that He’s been alongside us all the way, carrying us into super-saturated beautiful places. And so, we jump up to offer praise.
My mouth, my lips, my tongue, my throat—all are vibrating with the rough and ragged words coming up in a torrent of praise…until I’m out of breath, finally quiet in prayer for this Holy One and His everlasting loving kindness.
Let us pray: Lord, you’ve handed us distress so that we can know You. You’ve let us dangle in the fires of public view so that we cling to You in all times. Keep us safe. Keep us nearby. Keep us alive in your over-abundant life. You alone can save us. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.