Psalm 100

September 17, 2012 § Leave a comment

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The work above may initially strike you as it did me: I couldn’t make sense of the shapes and colors, yet I found it attractive.  Then the artist told the story of sitting at her table, sifting through scraps of paper from old projects and color experiments.  She began to have new eyes for these colors, patterns, and shapes.  What was once disregarded began to form a face.

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I grew weary of the Psalms; I began disregarding the familiar voice of the text.  The band and I sat down together before rehearsal yesterday morning and I began to read, ” The Lord reigns, let the peoples tremble! He sits enthroned upon the cherubim…”

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As I read, the scales fell off my eyes, my ears heard a new and ancient song, my heart beat.  Finally, my heart beat.  I turned the word over in my head, sifting through the familiar words, “Holy is he!” and “O Lord our God, you answered them…”  I could see the patterns and colors anew.  What was once disregarded began to form a face.

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Today, Psalm 100.  Short and dripping with a sweetness longing to be tasted.

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If I had only…
forgotten future greatness
and looked at the green things and buildings
and reached out to those around me
and smelled the air
and ignored the forms and the self-styled obligations
and heard the rain on the roof
and put my arms around my wife
…and it’s not too late.

-Hugh Prather, Notes To Myself

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