This week’s Lyrical Riff is a reflection on a few verses from Psalm 33 verse 13-15: ‘The LORD looks down from heaven and sees the whole human race. From his throne he observes all who live on the earth. He made their hearts, so he understands everything they do.’
I am struck today by this contrary gospel
that is both tender and dangerous,
intimate and shocking, edgy and ordinary.
It must be both, for life is both,
and people are both.
And the gospel is as a real and relevant and present
for the trowel-wielding, cement-spattered builder,
up their ladder with their industrial strength tea;
as it is real and relevant and present
for the waif-like ballet dancer,
on tip toes, in their pristine costume,
concerned about keeping their figure just the right size.
The good news must be real and relevant and present to us all,
for God speaks a million languages
and a billion dialects and it is just plain daft
to suppose he does not.
And if the grace we so desperately need is to be
seared into our being, etched into our minds,
and tattooed onto our hearts,
then God surely understands each one of us,
and knows very well the language we speak.