Friday, July 27, 2012

Oxygen from Psalm 33:1-9: Worship for a New Creation


You righteous in Christ, sing for joy!
His upright love to praise him.
Praise the LORD with strings,
make music for him on the ten-string.
Sing a new song of praise to him;
play skillfully on the harp, and sing with joy.
For the Word of the LORD holds true,
and we can trust everything he does.
He loves whatever is just and good;
Christ's covenant love fills the earth.
Yahweh merely spoke,
and the heavens were created.
He breathed the word,
and all the stars were born.
He gathered the seas to their boundaries
and filled the deep mines with treasures.
Let the whole world fear the LORD,
and let everyone stand in awe of him.
When he spoke, the world began.
It appeared at his command.
Psalm  33:1-9

Gracious, Ever-Faithful God:

What has happened to our worship praise?
Read from books and slides and overlays?
Please don't wake the snoring!
Who made worship boring?
Why veneration of human tradition
as if God's new creation
could be confined to pew-sitting watchers
of some Chrysostomic cleric,
protected by ancient liturgy
from rebutal or from question?

Rock 'n roll worship is far worse,
shunning truth for sing-song verse,
appealing to the rock concert crowd,
entertainment played quite loud,
Bible as self-help advice,
"Do more, try harder, be nice,"
the weekly message from the pulpit,
bootstraps R us -- how to stop it.
How to cease the rot of culture
transforming church into transgendered bride?

Where is skill?  Where the excellence?
Where the new song played with brilliance?
Where the overwhelming awe,
and Gospel truth about our flaws;
my quaking hand laid on my prize lamb,
knife to neck, it's life for mine?
No hocus pocus; but laser focus
on the blood that was shed for me.

Holy Spirit, infuse my worship,
with joy and song, here I belong!
Gather those made righteous by Christ's decree
like You gathered primordal seas,
and set the boundaries of our love
to the expanse of your good and justice.

Give us new songs for new creation,
hover, Holy Spirit, end lamentation;
Take us as far as we may go
in our temples here below.
Meet us in the courtyards of holiness,
near enough for You to bless us,
not holed up in sanctuaries,
but exposed to light and air and world,
exposed to Gospel grace, Your Word proclaim,
recreating all the fallen,
known to You by name,
inheritors of redemption's age.

Amen

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Oxygen from Psalm 32:8-9


Yahweh says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life. I will advise you and watch over you. Do not be like a senseless horse or mule that needs a bit and bridle to keep it under control.”



Gracious God,

I am not a thoroughbred, sleek and fast;
no war horse me, built to last,
or ignore the battle's blast,
but stubborn mule, made to pull,
biggie ears, braying fool,
prone to wander off alone.

Yet You harness my potential,
fit me with Your bit and bridle,
by Your Word you take control.
lead me to your healing streams,
bathe my wounds and wash my dreams,
restore my strength and vision.

When first you gave to me Your bit
I did not like it's taste or fit.
Unfair, I grumbled, spit it out.
But you persisted my refusal,
comforted, soothed, made me useful;
freedom now a run in harnass.

Guide me on Your chosen path,
Pioneer and Faith Perfector,
past the ambush of defectors
to wide prairies of endless vistas,
and with faithful brothers, sisters,
ride into a sunrise of delight.

Amen.

Monday, June 11, 2012

Psalm 16 Bible Study



     To ancient Hebrews, the words of our Scriptures were the pop songs everyone knew, the history that defined their identity, even the after-dinner entertainment of the day.  In Bronze Age society stories and songs were the mass media of a pre-literate culture. If I wrote a song that you had never heard before, but used these three words, “Dandy,” “Doodle,” “Yankee,” you would immediately recognize a historical connection, even if what I was writing on the surface had nothing to do with history.

     This is the case with Psalm 16, I think. The three words that would have rung familiar to the ancient Hebrew listener are “portion,” “cup,” and “boundary.” Now, many modern translations may not even have these key words. The problem with many modern translations is they must make sense to people who may be Biblically illiterate. So publishers eliminate the very key words necessary to hear how the song would have been heard in the 10th century BC and in later epochs. We know this happened to a huge extent during the Babylonian Captivity of the Jews in the 5th and 6th centuries BC.  The old language became less and less used and many people forgot the meaning of words. In fact, in Psalm 16 verse 6 there is a word with Babylonian roots, the word for “delightful” or “wonderful.” So, we know that the form in which we now read Psalm 16 comes from after the 5th Century, not from the pen of David.

     Is it possible for us three thousand years removed to know how Psalm 16 might have sounded in the ears of David’s contemporaries? The only way to even begin to accomplish this is to use the older texts of Scripture to interpret the newer ones. Four hundred years before David, in the earliest days of the Israeli national identity, portion, cup, and boundary would have triggered two thoughts: a covenant meal and land distribution. There’s no one verse in the Old Testament that mentions all three of these concepts. So we have to do a bit of detective work to see what two stories David may be linking up, either in his own inspired imagination or from something well-known in his time but lost to us.

     Portion and cup are words associated with a meal.  A servant received his or her portion of food and drink from the master. David sings this song to his God and Master, Yahweh. There’s only one sacred meal in which the worshipper of Yahweh had a “portion” and a “cup;” the peace offering detailed in Leviticus 3, 7:15-16, and 22:29-30.  The peace offering was how reconciliation occurred after two parties had a falling out. The peace offering initiated a covenant meal between God and sinners. 

     What about the concept of boundary lines changing or being assigned as an inheritance? This recalled two events that were inseparably linked in the Hebrew mind: first, the covenant ceremony led by Joshua at Shechem (Joshua 24); and second, the Jubilee legislation that provided for an a complete economic reset of all debts and deals as a reminder that the land belonged to Yahweh (Leviticus 25).  In Deuteronomy 15, there is some evidence that this reset may have occurred every seven years  in the earliest days of the theocracy. I think it entirely possible that David composed Psalm 16, out of the remnants of an ancient liturgy of covenant renewal, a shared meal, and the redistribution or reaffirmation of holy boundaries. Psalm 16:1 is pure covenantal language. “I will be your God and you will be my people.” Preserve me, O God, I refuge in you. I will do my part and you will do your part. It was the way every treaty was worded in the Bronze Age.

     When that ancient covenant liturgy was first made, Israel was not in the Promised Land of Canaan. They were on the other side of the Jordan, preparing to go in and take the land that belonged to other peoples, specifically, the Canaanites, a fierce and militarily superior nation. Why would David think about that portion, cup, and boundary? It may have been the time of the Feast of Covenant Renewal (later called Tabernacles or Booths) that David saw in the situation of those ancient Hebrews awaiting the conquest of Canaan, a picture of his own plight. Many of David's Psalms carry inscriptions of the historical context which occasioned the song. Many are from the time David is on the run from Saul. Psalm 16 carries no such historical reference, but it does picture a man on the run in verse 1, like an unintended criminal fleeing to the cities of Refuge (Deuteronomy 4:41ff.), needing safe sanctuary. This fits perfectly the time that Saul, King of the Jews, is pursuing David with the intent to kill the son of Jesse. But only David knows from the great prophet and priest, Samuel himself, that the Kingship has been withdrawn from Saul and given to David. So, here’s David, the rightful king, with no portion or cup from his Master, no inheritance at all, an outlaw with only God’s big idea and God’s Word and Presence to sustain him.

     David sings about the covenant blessings of belonging body and soul to Yahweh. The LORD himself instructs David (Psalm 16:7) with the counsel of His Word. David knows the presence of God surrounding him; God makes himself real to David (v.8). While Saul threatens him with murder, David has an abiding joy and certain promise that the Holy One of his family will not be abandoned in the grave to rot (v.10). He has everything he needs while outwardly having nothing.

     How similar to Jesus a thousand years after David. He, too, was announced to be God’s King of the Jews, but he had nothing, no power, no title, and no prospects but death and suffering. Pilate asks, "You are a King then?" Jesus answers, "Are you saying this of your own accord or did you hear this from others?" Jesus is checking to see if the Holy Spirit has taken up residence in Pilate. But alas, no. So Jesus answers, "My kingdom is not from the world." Jesus' kingship is a different kind of King than Pilate could ever conceive. But look at the man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, stricken, bloodied. What a King! Every one of his followers would desert him in his hour of need. But like David was preserved, so Jesus was preserved by God's covenant faithfulness.

     Between the resurrection and his ascension, Jesus spent hours in Bible study with his disciples, showing them how the Old Testament was really all about him. He must have pointed out Psalm 16 specifically, since Peter refers to it in his Pentecost sermon as prophesying the resurrection of David’s Holy Son (Acts 2:25-28). It's not hard to imagine our Savior praying the words of Psalm 16 in Gethsemane’s Garden and with Psalm 22 while hanging on the cross, a great song of abiding trust and confidence in the promises of God when it seems that all is lost.

     Jesus, on the eve of his great Exodus, transformed the Passover into the covenant-renewing peace offering meal of reconciliation in his body and blood. He knew the struggles of the flesh, being tempted in every way we are, yet without sin. When Jesus said, "As often as you do this you remember me," he's not talking about religious reminiscing.  We are actually participating in the same Kingdom building God was doing in ancient Israel, rehearsing the covenant faithfulness of God this side of Jordan's stormy banks. We are like David, awaiting an unseen inheritance that is ours by faith in the victory of Jesus over death and the grave. When it seems darkest, God is preserving us through the counsel of His Word, through the love of His saints, through the indwelling presence of the Holy Spirit, showing us the path of life, the fullness of joy, and wonder of permanence forever more.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Oxygen from Psalm 32 (Messiah's Confession)


Psalm 32 is a penitential song.  Twice we are told that David was deathly ill; once, after bringing the Ark into Jerusalem early in his reign and later after his adultery with Uriah's wife and conspiracy to murder Uriah.  David interpreted his sickness as a judgement against his cover-up of his sin.

Scholars say these texts are not Messianic because Christ' was sinless.  He didn't need to pray these confessions.  But I wonder if Jesus didn't learn to pray these prayers of repentance.  Why would he skip over these?  Why else did he submit to the baptism of John.  His sinlessness was not something he inherited from his virgin mother, but something He, like you and me, won by grace.

1 Oh, what joy for those
    whose disobedience is forgiven,
    whose sin is put out of sight!
2 Yes, what joy for those
    whose record the Lord has cleared of guilt,
    whose lives are lived in complete honesty!
3 When I refused to confess my sin,
    my body wasted away,
    and I groaned all day long.
4 Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me.
    My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat. Interlude
5 Finally, I confessed all my sins to you
    and stopped trying to hide my guilt.
I said to myself, “I will confess my rebellion to the Lord.”
    And you forgave me! All my guilt is gone. Interlude
6 Therefore, let all the godly pray to you while there is still time,
    that they may not drown in the floodwaters of judgment.
7 For you are my hiding place;
    you protect me from trouble.
    You surround me with songs of victory. Interlude
8 The Lord says, “I will guide you along the best pathway for your life.
    I will advise you and watch over you.
9 Do not be like a senseless horse or mule
    that needs a bit and bridle to keep it under control.”
10 Many sorrows come to the wicked,
    but unfailing love surrounds those who trust the Lord.
11 So rejoice in the Lord and be glad, all you who obey him!
    Shout for joy, all you whose hearts are pure!


Living Christ,

We confess Thy sinless life,
But how came you to this bless'd condition?
Was your moral clarity
from your mother's virginity
as say the Popes and all their clergy?

Or was your moral victory
helped by Thy unique divinity?
Was your flesh not quite like mine,
but virgin born and all divine,
Thy sinlessness mere shadowboxing?

Confessing Psalms cannot be
Messianic, scholars say.
"His sinlessness was existential,
not God-conferred, not penitential."
But what precludes Thy true confessing,
of temptation's downward pull?

Did You get sick and groan in pain,
wonder like all other Jews
who walked the Roman Galilee
if Father God might be displeased,
about some rancor in the heart,
an errant dream, a horrid thought,
some alm omitted, like the man
You passed each day at Beauty Gate?

Or was Thy sinless life apace
won as mine -- by Father's grace;
not the lopsided victory
of One possessed of purer flesh,
but by confession, if not of sin,
of human need to come clean within;
if not of pride, of drives inside
the mind of our true Emmanuel?

How else comes our sanctification
from sin's awful domination
if not that we confess
the allure of sin to flesh
but sin not, beat temptation,
yield, obey Thy Spirit's pull
into Thy praise-filled hiding place?

So may I pray as perhaps with Thee,
"God be my guide, my bit and bridle."
Let me follow Thee Whose title
to the Baptist was declared,
rising from repentance water,
Beloved Son, well-pleased Confessor!
Be my health and heavenly treasure.

Amen.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Oxygen from Psalm 31 (Besieged)


Psalm 31 is a powerful song which, like Psalm 22,  was most likely on the Savior's lips as he endured the rejection of the chief priests and the pain of Golgotha Hill.  Indeed, the last words of Jesus upon the cross are found in verse 5.  David probably wrote the words in thanksgiving for his having survived the siege of his city by enemies.  But the words clearly describe the faith of the Righteous One (v.18).


1 Yahweh, I have come to you for protection;
    don’t let me be disgraced.
    Save me, on account of your righteousness.
2 Turn your ear to listen to me;
    rescue me quickly.
  Be my rock of protection,
    save me to the mountain fortress.
3 You are my rock and my fortress.
    For the honor of your name, lead me, guide me.
4 Pull me from the trap my enemies set for me,
    for I find protection in you alone.
5 Into your hands I commit my spirit.
    Rescue me, Yahweh, faithful God.
6 I hate those who worship worthless idols.
    I trust in Yahweh.
7 I will be glad and rejoice in your covenant love,
    for you have seen my troubles,
    and you know the anguish of my soul.
8 You have not handed me over to my enemies
    but have set me in a wide open place.
9 Be gracious to me, Yahweh, for I am in trouble.
    Tears blur my eyes.
    My body and soul are withering away.
10 My life finishes with grief;
    my years in sadness.
   My punishment has drained my strength;
    I am wasting away from within.
11 I am scorned by all my enemies
    and despised by my neighbors—
    even my friends are afraid to come near me.
   When they see me on the street,
    they run the other way.
12 I am shunned as if I were dead,
    a broken pot.
13 I hear the many rumors about me,
    and I am surrounded by terror.
   My enemies conspire against me,
    plotting to take my life.
14 But I am trusting you, Yahweh,
    saying, “You are my God!”
15 My destiny is in your hands.
    Rescue me from those who persecute me.
16 Shine on your servant.
    In your covenant love, rescue me.
17 Don’t let me be disgraced, Yahweh,
    for I call out to you for help.
   Let the wicked be disgraced;
    let them lie silent in the grave.
18 Silence their lying lips—
    those proud and arrogant lips that accuse the Righteous One.
19 How great is the goodness
    you have stored up for those who fear you.
   You lavish it on those who come to you for protection,
    blessing them before the watching world.
20 You hide them in the shelter of your presence,
    seclude them in your tabernacle
   away from contentious conspirators.
21 Praise Yahweh,
    for he has shown me his covenant love
    in the city under siege.
22 In panic I cried out,
    “I am cut off from all help!”
   But you heard my cry for mercy
    and answered my call for help.
23 Love Yahweh, all you his covenant people!
    For Yahweh preserved the faithful,
    but he repays the prideful with interest.
24 So be strong and he will strengthen your heart, 
    all you who put your hope in Yahweh.


Psalm 31 -- DKB Interplation


God our Father:

What terrors did Your Christ confront
to set his people free
from the besieged citadel
of hell masquerading as Your church.

Dying on Skull Hill that Friday
Which pain the more excruciating?
Rome's cursed crucifixion
or priestly rejection and denunciating?

Rome did not betray our Christ.
Romans did not shout "Crucify!"
Pilate offered Him release,
the Mrs. warned in sleepless dreams.

It was His friends who rejected Him,
scribes and elders on the church board,
those who felt their power threatened,
they betrayed and killed their Lord.

Religion's full of worthless idols
before whom the pious pray,
laying siege to God's elect
with rituals as strong as chains.

As though by these religious acts
we might earn some extra merit.
Christ's work is never finished     (John 19:30)
according to Constantinian clerics.

None but self-righteous can devise
such tortures of the soul,
to deprive of hope and wealth,
even those who've lost their health.

What then these mumbling priests?
What good these religious yokes?
The institution's only purpose --
preserve the stories of faithful folk.

And when these tax-free shelters run
a muck of truth and lose their passions,
let them be anathema!
Pronounce Ichabod o'er their ashes.

Let me find Your holy comfort
in this sweet sustaining song,
when disgraced and when rejected,
when persecuted for no wrong.

Comfort me with strength sublime
Shelter me within your grace,
and when the siege of life is done
set me on Your wide open place.

Amen.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Oxygen from Psalm 30 (Morning Dance)


Although this Psalm probably was composed for the dedication of David's palace (not the Temple), it also speaks wonderfully to Messiah's resurrection.  What David may have meant metaphorically, Jesus experienced on that first Easter.

1 I will exalt you, Lord, for you rescued me.
    You refused to let my enemies triumph over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
    and you restored my health.
3 You brought me up from the grave, O Lord.
    You kept me from falling into the pit of death.
4 Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones!
    Praise his holy name.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment,
    but his favor lasts a lifetime!
Weeping may last through the night,
    but joy comes with the morning.
6 When I was prosperous, I said,
    “Nothing can stop me now!”
7 Your favor, O Lord, made me as secure as a mountain.
    Then you turned away from me, and I was shattered.
8 I cried out to you, O Lord.
    I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,
9 “What will you gain if I die,
    if I sink into the grave?
   Can my dust praise you?
    Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear me, Lord, and have mercy on me.
    Help me, O Lord.”
11 You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
    You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
12 that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
    O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!


Psalm 30 (NLT)

Risen Christ:

I would lose all thought of self,
dance and sing, cavort with joy,
see the morning eclipse mourning,
stand in solidarity with saints,
know forgiveness reaches me,
prompts repentance, grace unleashed;
practice for the new Earth morning
when I see you face to face.

Amen.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Oxygen from Psalm 27&28 (Time-stream)


27:14 Wait expectantly for the Lord.  
    Be brave and courageous.
    Yes, wait expectantly for the Lord.


28:1  I cry to You, Yahweh, my Rock.
    Do not be silent to me,
    for if You are silent, I might as well be dead.


28:2  Hear the voice of my supplications.
    I lift my hands toward your holy throne (lit. oracle).


28:6  Blessed be Yahweh because he has heard 
    the voice of my supplications.


28:7  Yahweh, my Strength, my Shield,
    My heart trusted in him and I was helped.
    My heart rejoices. I praise him in song.


28:8   Yahweh is the fortress of his people.
    the saving strength of his Anointed.


28:9   Save your people.
    Bless your inheritance.
    Shepherd them and lift them up forever.




Holy and Awesome God:


When we pray and intercede
for ourselves and those in need
we, in this created time-stream,
speak to You who dwell outside of time,
lift our hands toward Your Throne;
we, carried along as day to day,
the time-stream makes its inexorable way
to where You dwell and wait for us
at the confluence of our ever-rolling tide
and your eternal Now.


Down the time-stream we all float,
some on rafts and some in boats,
all adrift in one single current;
somewhere ahead the waterfall
will capsize and sink us all.
But You, like the eagle, fly above
this river's frenzied fate
and cast Your light through the blue gloom,
translucent spears of infinity.


You know how time will end, indeed
it has already ended as You decreed.
We live in Your past tense (as it were),
this world and all therein,
rush toward your uniting
of all things under Your Christ.      (Eph. 1:10)
This is revealed: we have already died,
our lives hid with Christ in Heaven. (Col.3:3)


So, if our prayers are already answered,
we need not wait for the flow we measure
in months and years to reveal your will.
You are not slow nor need cajoled
by years of fruitless prayer.
Teach us how to pray the prayers
You have already answered,
and, like David, realize mid-song
that You were working all along
to bring glory to Your Christ.


What then are our supplications?
Why should we pray for daily bread,
for Kingdom come when Your outcome is assured,
You having fixed the day and hour
this river flows no more to sea
but flows to Thee at Earth's Renaissance?
Prayers are bubbles in the time-stream,
made of spirit, they ascend
to surface where You reign
and mingle with the praise of saints
in Heavens' rarefied atmosphere.


Answered prayers reveal your presence,
objectify a more dimensioned place
than we could e'er conceive;
bequeath to us a higher aspiration,
stream-bound mimes could ne'er deduce,
a destiny greater than the final plunge,
a Rescue at our final moment,
and buoyant rise in Heaven's skies.


Amen.