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August 12, 2020

“Let everything that breathes praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!” Psalm 150:6

Today is the 150th day of Dispatches From a Suburban Pastor During a Pandemic. If I’d had any sense that I would have been doing this for more than a few weeks, I probably would have come up with something better to call it. Frankly, I probably just wouldn’t have done it. Still, it’s a gift to start my day, Bible and coffee at hand, seeking a Word from the Lord. It’s a blessing to attempt to convey that Word to you.

150 days. Uff da! In honor of today, we turn to the 150th and final psalm. It’s a song of praise to the Lord, a call to give thanks to the God whose greatness surpasses all. It’s an invitation to worship, with trumpet and lute and harp; with tambourine and dance; with strings and pipe; with cymbals, both clanging and loud clashing. Suddenly, Herb Brokering’s lyrics are running through my mind.

On this 150th day, there is nothing I would rather do (and I mean this quite literally) than gather with God’s people at Grace and let loose a song of praise to God. Goodness, that would be good. Someday it will happen. How long, O Lord?

Note how the psalmist ends the psalm: Let everything that breathes praise the Lord! Stripped of instruments and separated from one another, we have everything we need to praise God. The Breath of Life itself fills our lungs, enabling us to breathe in grace and exhale praise. The Spirit fills you, connecting you to Christ and to one another. Praise the Lord!

I don’t know how long this pandemic will last. I don’t know when we’ll be together. But we’re not alone; we’re not forsaken. God is with you. God’s glories fill the firmament, God’s love floods your life. Keep breathing, and let everything that breathes praise the Lord!

Be well, friends. You are loved.

Mighty God, in your power you and hung the stars and set the planets in their courses. And yet you still have time and love enough for me. Fill me with your Spirit that I may sing your praises. While we are apart, keep us together. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Image: My morning writing nook. This picture makes me feel like I should have spent the last 150 days adorning this space with knick-knackery. Then again, maybe there’s something to be said for simplicity.

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