The Consolation of Psalms: Podcast Episode Two

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I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

So William Blake begins his poem “A Poison Tree”. Where as Christians do we take our anger, or all the other messy emotions that seem not to belong comfortably in our faith? We can start by taking them to the Psalms.

Well, iTunes is not co-operating with me trying to get my podcasts available through the store, but here is the second one, a reflection on the power of the Psalms for dealing with anger, despair and depression. The recording is available for download here and at Soundcloud. If you like what you hear, please let others know so that these reflections can get to the people who need to hear them.

Blessings,
Matt.

Lent: The Wait, the Weight 5

Call this to mind.
Your mind is not a vacuum, nor
carved in stone, impervious to change.
Neurones learn the pathways we expect.
Call this to mind: He is faithful.

Call this to heart.
The heart weighs heavy, the soul drags;
mud and mire are easiest to tread.
But you were not born here; He breathed you in other fields.
Call this to heart and breathe.

Call to spirit; deep calls to deep.
Weigh deep before the water is found.
Nothing’s over, nothing’s new under sun,
and the dawn is as sure as the sorrow.

Lent: New Song 4

New, this song that you must sing,
yet carved in ancient harmonies,
set to ancient notes and weighed
in ancient modes on ancient scales,
from everlasting days.

Tune your strings to ancient staves
and sing the truths of yesterday;
rehearse the promises of old
in present songs of future hope,
in freshest melody.

The old has gone, the new has come,
yet faithfulness of day remains,
and faithfulness will stay the same.
Sing new and old, sing all things new,
and let old hearts be changed.

Lent: New Song 2

When morning bright awakens eyes:
     awaken tongue; awaken mind.
When birdsong sounds the new of day:
     sing, soul and heart; sing new pathways.
When yesterday creeps back to minds:
     awaken, spirit; transform flesh.
When patterns threaten, dead songs groan:
     listen, heart, to Spirit’s song.
Turn the sounds of self to silence;
     lift up selfless praise.

Psalm: Creation (The Cornucopia of Heaven)

Image of the Milky Way from Summit Lake, West Virginia, ForestWander Wikimedia Commons
Image of the Milky Way from Summit Lake, West Virginia, ForestWander
Wikimedia Commons

Psalm: Creation

After Joseph Haydn, “Die Schöpfung: Erster Teil”

Why all these bodies, and why should persons be able to communicate with each other? And why trees and earth and water and fire and wind and lions and lambs and lilies and birds and bread and wine?

(John Piper, This Momentary Marriage)

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