By Ken Sehested
“If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.” —Psalm 139:8
Blessed One, whose name we dare not speak, but of whose
Presence we dare not remain silent, we stand before you
with hearts in shreds and hands frozen.
We know that we creatures were made for praise and
thanksgiving. We recognize that gratitude is our natural
But these are unnatural days. Instead of Heaven’s jubilation
at Creation’s unfolding, most of what we hear are the arias
of agony and the cornet’s sounding of retreat.
Sighs hover; cries haunt. And still your Face eludes.Continue reading “Lamentation to Adulation: Every Psalmist’s Perilous Journey”