Saturday of the Thirteenth Week in Ordinary Time
July 4, 2020
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, we pray with Psalm 85, a testament to hope for the future. Couldn’t we all use a dose of the right now?
Glancing through Twitter last night, I came across a tweet asking for prayers because the writer had “begun to lose hope in the future”. I thought of and prayed for that person this morning when I read Psalm 85, a song of unmitigated hope and trust.
Despite the destruction of the Temple and their exile into Babylonian captivity, the Israelites remained convinced that God had promised them a future of blessedness.
I will hear what God proclaims;
the LORD–for he proclaims peace to his people.
Near indeed is his salvation to those who fear him,
glory dwelling in our land.
Trusting in God’s fidelity, they are freed to imagine and wait for that future’s slow and mysterious fulfillment. Note the future tense of the verbs in these verses:
Mercy and truth shall meet;
justice and peace shall kiss.
Truth shall spring out of the earth,
and justice shall look down from heaven.
The Israelites trusted God’s desire and will for their good. They so strongly believed in a blessed future that they were able to access it even in the midst of a disappointing present.
By faith, we too enter the timelessness of God’s love, finding – even in life’s challenges – the path to joy and peace. The “shalls” in the above verse are achieved through our belief in, and action for them. This is the power of the covenant between God and us.
Our faithful lives invite:
- God’s kiss of justice and peace
- God’s springing forth in truth
- God’s gaze of justice and mercy over Creation
God and we walk beside one another on the way to a sacred future where the journey is also the destination.
The LORD himself will give his benefits;
our land shall yield its increase.
Justice shall walk before him,
and salvation, along the way of his steps.
May we be given
the grace to believe
that we already live
within the wholeness of God.
May our life be
a hopeful and joyful witness
to that wholeness.
Poetry: Grace – Wendell Berry
Even though written as an autumn poem, these verses fit today’s reflection. Wendell Berry’s thoughts grace evoke a sense of hope and patience.
The woods is shining this morning. Red, gold and green, the leaves lie on the ground, or fall, or hang full of light in the air still. Perfect in its rise and in its fall, it takes the place it has been coming to forever. It has not hastened here, or lagged. See how surely it has sought itself, its roots passing lordly through the earth. See how without confusion it is all that it is, and how flawless its grace is. Running or walking, the way is the same. Be still. Be still. “He moves your bones, and the way is clear.”
Music: Mercy Like Rain, written by Rory Cooney, sung here by Alma deRojas
Let me taste your mercy like rain on my face; here in my life, show me your peace. Let us see with our own eyes your day breaking bright. Come, O Morning; come, O Light! What God has spoken I will declare: Peace to the people of God everywhere. God's saving presence is close at hand: glory as near as our land! Here faithful love and truth will embrace; here peace and justice will come face to face. God's truth shall water the earth like a spring, while justice will bend down and sing. God will keep the promise indeed; our land will yield the food that we need. Justice shall walk before you that day, clearing a path, preparing your way. Let me taste your mercy like rain on my face; here in my life, show me your peace. Let us see with our own eyes your day breaking bright. Come, O Morning; come, O Light!