Psalm 148

Year A - Christmas 1 - Blessed Body ^[1]

December 29, 2013

Psalm 148

The very stars announce a very present time of Thanksgiving. All who hearken unto these messengers become messengers of joy.

In a time of turmoil and travail the background and hope is that of joy, of blessing. Rachels everywhere, mourners in their specific reality of loss, need to weep so well that tears tear at a given facade of intended and unintended suffering.

This psalm is not to cut grief short, but to remind us of a key ingredient of creation, a fecundity of thanks that eventually re-places lives into good soil of connected community after they have been plowed up and left to molder on the surface of events.

With birth begun and short lives cut short, we are in another Saturday before Easter Sunday time of emptiness. On the horizon of every time of dismay, Joy still beams down a far-broadening way. We can not only tell our story as it has come to us, but to begin telling it as it might yet be. 

Courage folks, the Church year is just beginning. It will call for your body to be engaged until it is worn away or taken away.