I had no master plan, and I was open to the unfolding as it came. I did, however, plan to write a post going into Sunday. And because I love Sundays, I was seeking (therefore I found) a special song. It is at the end (covered) in 7 minutes of so much good, that I . . .
[must stop in gratitude, right here right now, early on a Saturday morning, First outside and now in the quiet of this coffee shop, it is long before the Farmers Market opens bringing the upper and lower, mostly middle masses, into downtown. I will be gone by then, and I will pass through the market later toward closing.]
You can find the lyrics to the song on Bollynook, but if I were you I would not. I would instead, leave your Malayalam in India for now, and accept this as a dose of 1 part joy and 2 parts of the common love of Sundays, wherever you are and when.
Okay, that was the plan, to send that out maybe late tonight, or at first light of the first day, light one/day one. But then, I looked at the reading for today in that guidebook I wrote about yesterday. The sections in each reading are Remember, Read, Ponder, and Prayer/Practice.
Yesterday was “Be still, and know that I am God”. And I
did practiced that. I learned something: it is not “Be still, in order to get to know God”. It is “Be still, because that is what it takes sometimes—being still—and in that quiet stillness you will know what you know you knew already: I AM. God.
That was then and this is now. Here is the Read; It is Psalm 47:
Clap your hands, all peoples!
Shout to God with loud songs of joy!
For the LORD, the Most High, is to be feared,
a great king over all the earth.
He subdued peoples under us,
and nations under our feet.
He chose our heritage for us,
the pride of Jacob whom he loves.
God has gone up with a shout,
the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.
Sing praises to God, sing praises!
Sing praises to our King, sing praises!
For God is the King of all the earth;
sing praises with a psalm!a
God reigns over the nations;
God sits on his holy throne.
The princes of the peoples gather
as the people of the God of Abraham.
For the shields of the earth belong to God;
he is highly exalted!
That’s enough of course, but the sweet giver of all good doth bring more. In the Prayer/Practice section the editor instructs us (me) to stand (prayer posture) and read (practice) the text in a loud voice.
I will do that.
And the last sentence says, “Carry this mood of praise with you throughout the day.”
I will do that.
And I hope that this song helps us do that, all the way into all Sundays.
Photograph “HSS No Evil” (Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall) © 2018 Timothy Waugh