Psalm 148 — The Message
Praise God from heaven,
praise him from the mountaintops;
Praise him, all you his angels,
praise him, all you his warriors,
Praise him, sun and moon,
praise him, you morning stars;
Praise him, high heaven,
praise him, heavenly rain clouds;
Praise, oh let them praise the name of God—
he spoke the word, and there they were!
He set them in place
from all time to eternity;
He gave his orders,
and that’s it!
Praise God from earth,
you sea dragons, you fathomless ocean deeps;
Fire and hail, snow and ice,
hurricanes obeying his orders;
Mountains and all hills,
apple orchards and cedar forests;
Wild beasts and herds of cattle,
snakes, and birds in flight;
Earth’s kings and all races,
leaders and important people,
Robust men and women in their prime,
and yes, graybeards and little children.
Let them praise the name of God—
it’s the only Name worth praising.
His radiance exceeds anything in earth and sky;
he’s built a monument—his very own people!
Praise from all who love God!
Israel’s children, intimate friends of God.
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A Day for a Question
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved
Have you ever had a question
you couldn’t quite
you knew needed asking?
Today is Epiphany Sunday—
a day for praise,
still for me,
a day with a question mark.
It is the celebration of a story about three
far to find the
Christ-child and to pay homage.
It is a story about recognition,
It is also a story that establishes
Jesus as one who gathers
and draws into his sphere
the seekers of the world,
as well as those
who hope for comfort and nurture—
the Heart within all hearts.
The three in this story needed
something and we are not told
what, but whether
it was just to satisfy intellectual curiosity
or some deep inner
need, they crossed deserts
and mountains from
afar to make their discovery.
We are told that it was the Christ-child,
a new king of the Jews
whom they would venerate
but I wonder
if it was something else entirely?
What is that thing our hearts desire,
would make perilous journeys to discover?
Is there an object of our desperation,
if we are indeed desperate
propelling us through our lives,
Can we name it?
The things I
need as I traverse
mountains and deserts:
first and foremost,
security not so much,
but hope and peace for sure.
There is a question
I would ask of the Heart
which dwells within all hearts,
and I need an answer.
I cannot quite identify it,
let alone formulate the question.
But this is what I truly seek:
an answer from the
Heart within all hearts
and it is yet to be asked…
in anticipation of the promise
Epiphany Sunday offers
I will lift my voice with the writer of this Psalm
and give praise.