Psalms
September 28, 2009 — laurelclutheIt has taken me a LONG TIME to read the Psalms. This is not due to the length of each psalm, or even the ability to read for 5 or 10 minutes at a time and easily pick up where I left off. The hardest part for me is putting them all together in a “mental hymnal,” in order that I may more clearly understand the laments, joyful times, thanksgiving, and all of the emotions in between. And there is one part that I completely underestimated about the Psalms…there is so much personal history embedded in them. Not just the daydreams I would have as a child of David playing on his harp and singing his lungs out for the Lord, but the quiet, still times. Those times when it was read from a Bible storybook right before a child’s bedtime, the long years that is has lived in the heart of my grandmother who can recite many psalms from childhood memory, the tearful reading of a famous psalm at a funeral, and even the reciting of a joyful psalm at a wedding or celebration. The psalms remind me of home and comfort, for some of these (besides John 3:16 and Amazing Grace) are oftentimes a person’s only link to a personal God. I hope this isn’t the case, but I am so grateful for this hymnal that brings people together, in sad and glad times, and can be heard and read and understood and spoken off the lips because it was hidden in one’s heart as a conversation with God, the most personal and most profound relationship we can ever have, the one with our Maker.
One last thought…I recently visited with an ill woman who only wanted to hear Psalm 91. Her eyes were weak and, in one of my wiser moments (a rarity) having brought a Bible when I visited her, we bonded over Psalm 91 together. I read, she recited. That was a very powerful moment, reading about the Lord’s faithfulness in mighty battles and storms. This particular psalm is from a third party, talking about the Lord’s great might–a testimony in the greatest of storytelling form. She and I relished in the mighty words of this psalm together, we fully let ourselves free of distraction and interconnected into the psalmist and the Lord we were praising. It was such a powerful moment that I’ll never forget. Not only was I reminded of the deep meaningfulness psalms have in people’s lives as they converse with their Lord, I learned of the great power that comes from these words in the psalms. This was a great lesson.