Sunday, September 18, 2005

From Age to Age

So, tomorrow morning when I awaken to the first day of orientation week, I'll have turned 52. Part of me wonders if I'll simply be like a deck of playing cards, or the number of weeks in a year.

Perhaps this reluctance relates to the Psalms. Psalm 51 has been a favorite for many years: Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. (There's a lovely Brahms motet set to this text.) But when I consider Psalm 52, oh dear! You tyrant, why do you boast of wickedness against the godly all day long? / You plot ruin; your tongue is like a sharpened razor, O worker of deception.

I'm happy to say that near the end of the psalm, a gentler image emerges: But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the mercy of God for ever and ever.

May this coming year be filled with reminders that a willingness to trust is sweet, and that grace is never far away.


Blogger Dawgdays said...

Happy birthday!

Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth. Worship the LORD with gladness; come before him with joyful songs!

10:39 PM  

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