Monday of the Twenty-eighth Week in Ordinary Time
October 12, 2020
Today, in God’s Lavish Mercy, we pray with Psalm 113, a prayer of praise and thanksgiving, focusing our praise on the Name of the Lord.
Praise, you servants of the LORD,Psalm 113:1-2
praise the name of the LORD.
Blessed be the name of the LORD
both now and forever.
A particularly beautiful dynamic emerges in the following verse:
From the rising to the setting of the sunPsalm 113:3-4
is the Name of the LORD to be praised.
High above all nations is the LORD;
above the heavens is his glory.
Praying this verse, we might picture the sun slowly lighting and darkening the contrapuntal curves of the earth.
Within that inverse yet complementary rhythm, the morning and evening prayers of believers encircle the globe. The whole Church, the Communion of Saints, each takes up its part in the prayerful caress of our world.
As I go to sleep at night, I know someone is waking on the other side of the world with the Holy Name on her lips. When I rise in the morning, I lift that song from the semi-darkness to offer my part to the Great Embrace.
Each morning and evening, I pray for my blog followers, thinking of their moment in this universal prayer. I imagine that prayer dawning near St. Barbara Catholic School in Guam, then drifting westward to Australia, Uzbekistan, Rome, and the little village of Hampstead Norreys, England.
I see it reach the shores of the Americas, deepening as it resounds in various languages through Rio de Janeiro, Haiti, Guyana, and Chulucanas, Peru.
I feel the warm healing of God’s Name prayed over my own country from Silver Spring, MD to McAllen, TX; from Dubuque, IA to Sacramento, then on again over the Pacific.
As each of us joins this global song of praise, let us be aware of the Infinite Power Who holds us all within the Divine Song – beyond time, beyond borders, beyond space, beyond any comprehension but Love.
Praise the Lord,from A Book of Psalm Selections Adapted from the Hebrew by Stephen Mitchell
the Unnamable, the All-Perfect, the Inconceivable,
who, higher than the highest heavens,
stoops to the lowest of the low,
who raises the poor from the dunghill
and lifts the wretched from the dust,
who grants them an infinite abundance
and showers them with all good things.
Music: Praise the Lord, Psalm 113 – Blanca Vega and Roby Duke