Season After Pentecost, 2019 Year C : The Psalm Passage – When times are no longer tough . . . . that is, when we are in heaven

How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD of hosts!
My soul longs, indeed it faints for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh sing for joy to the living God.” (Psalm 84:1 – 2)

I was trying to find the perfect mood music to write on this psalms passage; I kept going from album to album in my playlists, but nothing seemed to be write. I had to wonder of the psalmist tried also to find the perfect tune and words to praise the Divine. Maybe for both him and I, only the choirs of heaven would provide the correct background. I do not know what tune the psalmist imagined for his words. I just know I had trouble finding background music for my writing.

As you might imagine, I have a pretty extensive music library of Christian worship music. I have spent close 25 years collecting it. And I am still adding to it. It may not be as extensive as the book of psalms – but from reading the words in the bible it appears that the psalmist might have re-used a tune or two.

“Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at your altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.” (Verse 3)

It is through music that many people bring themselves before the Divine. Whether it be repeated praise choruses or multiply versed hymns, lifting one’s singing voice is a well established way to worship. There was a time that I thought I might collaborate with someone to write Christian songs. There was also a time I myself I used singing as a worship tool. But as the years have gone by, writing prose seemed to be a medium that was better suited to me.

“Happy are those who live in your house, ever singing your praise. Selah” (Verse 4)

When I arrive in heaven – whenever and whatever that experience might be for me – I imagine that praise will just flow out of me, without my having to think or consciously compose it. I am also hoping that praise is not the only experience in heaven; oh yes, there are many spiritual forebearers that I hope to seek out. But as the psalmist says, there will be overwhelming happiness.

“Happy are those whose strength is in you, in whose heart are the highways to Zion.
As they go through the valley of Baca they make it a place of springs; the early rain also covers it with pools.
They go from strength to strength; the God of gods will be seen in Zion.” (Verses 5 – 7)

I have to admit I do not often think of what it will be like in heaven. Or at least not as often as I used to. The reason is that as my relationship with the Divine has grown stronger and more intimate, I feel the Lord God’s presence in my life more and more. I do not feel the pull to heaven to be with the Divine because I feel that the Divine is here on earth with me.

I had a friend in seminary who used to say of me, she longs to be in the house of the Lord. And that was very true. I do long to be in the house of the Lord, but I have also felt, heard, and heeded the call to minister to people here on earth – wherever I am. And to shepherd them in their relationship with the Lord God.

There are many tough times in this life; times when the burden seems so overwhelming that one can hardly bear it. And heaven seems like a blissful place of sweet release. But we can feel relief here on earth, amongst fellow believers and in the spiritual presence of the Divine. Heaven will be there, waiting for us. While we are here, beloved reader, let us do whatever we can to bring even just a small peace of heaven to earth. Selah!

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