Mid Afternoon Meditation 2-20-20

Sing to the Lord a new song,
    for he has done marvelous things;
his right hand and his holy arm
    have worked salvation for him.
The Lord has made his salvation known
    and revealed his righteousness to the nations.
He has remembered his love
    and his faithfulness to Israel;
all the ends of the earth have seen
    the salvation of our God.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth,
    burst into jubilant song with music;
make music to the Lord with the harp,
    with the harp and the sound of singing,
with trumpets and the blast of the ram’s horn—
    shout for joy before the Lord, the King.

Let the sea resound, and everything in it,
    the world, and all who live in it.
Let the rivers clap their hands,
    let the mountains sing together for joy;
let them sing before the Lord,
    for he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
    and the peoples with equity. Psalm 98:1-9

Do you often think of God’s judgment as something to rejoice over? Why or why not?

Icarus, Juggernaut and the Rock


My God, My God?…                                                                                                                                                                              We, Called Out, wrapped in red, white and blue                                                                Why have you forsaken?…                                                                                   We plunge from a precipice into the orange sun. His waves burn.                                                                       Amber grain, Why are you so far away?…                                                         We are upside down Icarus. So few remember the story now that liturgy has been Pushed aside.                                                          Everyday I call…                                                     A juggernaut breaks down three houses.                                                                                         Every night I lift my voice…                                                      The fourth estate is Poisoned.                                                                                                                              Is this the One who relies on the Lord?…                                                                                                                                                                           Icarus tumbles.                                                                                                                                       It is better than good.                                                                                                                             We crash.                                                                                                                                                  We die on that Solid Rock.                                                   Let the Lord save him…                                                                                                                     The Juggernaut comes at The Rock…The Rock that crushes….the Rock that cannot be moved.

Let the Lord rescue him….