Saturday, May 31, 2008

The Sacred Desk

Tomorrow morning I'll be expositing the twenty-ninth psalm. I came across this psalm in the normal course of devotional reading and was interested in the use of the word "ascribe" in the translation of the first couple of verses. Nature stands as a nearly omnipresent puzzle for any merchant still shopping for the pearl of great value. Who (or what) is the cause, the source, or the author of this unsigned masterpiece of mountainside, meadow, and bay? Nature is an argument. David then proceeds to describe a fierce storm beginning over the sea in the north and sweeping south across the entire country. The voice of the LORD is thunderclaps so loud so as to cause does to go into labor, winds so strong so as to snap proud cedars in two, storms so fierce so as to make tall mountains appear to buck as a wild ox, rain and hail so heavy so as to strip forests bare, and lightning so bright and hot so as to crack the sky in two. Through nature, God speaks to man as man speaks to a dog - in decibel levels, spankings, and strokes. The shout of the thunderclap, the whisper of the snow, the babble of the brook, the roar of the ocean, the song of the whippoorwill, the chant of the cricket all declare "glory" along with the heavenly host. Nature is a language. Finally David finds, in nature, strength and peace. The God of the flood, that great display of nature's power, is his own Father - why should he be afraid? Nature is a monument as well.

1 comment:

Joel Tom Tate said...

Let angels with angelic might
Ascribe the glory to the Lord;
Ascribe to Him the power and right
To be in holiness adored.

His sovereignty is such that God
Compels the elements to show
That they, in fire, in storm and flood,
Their Master's voice still hear and know.

The skipping calf and steady land
Will hear that voice and switch their states,
So great the force in the command
That God's great voice articulates.

That voice will strip the cedars bear,
That voice will split fixed earth apart,
That voice will thunder through the air,
And cause the labor of the hart.

My heart should not survive the Lord,
And yet I live and somehow I,
On hearing voiced that living Word
In temple stand and "Glory" cry!