O'Driscoll, Herbert, The Christian Century
ONE JUNE my family and I were spending time on the north shore of Galway Bay in the west of Ireland. It was mid-afternoon, and there was a mist on the wind. Our children were playing Frisbee on the shingle beach, and I was taking photographs. I remember pausing as I caught one of them in the camera lens, and thinking, "You are my children, and I love you so much."
I suspect Hannah knew such moments when she came to the temple each year to see her child. There is the tender moment when she fits Samuel with the white robe she brings, each one larger then the last because the boy is growing. In reading of that moment, we ourselves are being called to grow in Christian faith. When we're told that Samuel was "ministering before the Lord," we are being encouraged to develop the art of entering regularly into the presence of God--something perfectly possible for even the busiest Christian, if only he or she is prepared to practice the art in simple ways and for even very short periods of time.
Suddenly the intimacy of this scene is gone and the psalm takes us into infinity. This psalm would make a magnificent video. It would include space shots borrowed from NASA files--Praise the Lord from the heavens! It would ransack the paintings of the Renaissance for majestic winged creatures--Praise him all his angels. The psalm hurls us through the solar system--sun and moon--and on through the galaxy--all you shining stars. We sail on to the great aerial oceans that were once thought to be above the clouds as waters above the heavens.
This is where a 21st-century video might stop, but we cannot. Beyond the deepest heaven and the farthest star, yet closer than our own breathing, lies the ultimate majesty who commanded and thereby created them--the One who fixed their bounds which cannot be passed.
Once again the camera roves. We explore earth itself. We plunge into oceans to encounter sea monsters. We are swept through weather systems and climates--fire and hail, snow and frost, stormy wind. All are presented to us as fulfilling God's command.
Now we climb mountains and hills. We sweep through groves of fruit trees and cedars. We run with wild animals and cattle, we shrink from creeping things, and we wonder at the grace of flying birds. Suddenly we are in a human environment, its structures ruled by princes. Beyond them are men and women, old and young together. Finally we are deafened by the combined song of all creation, singing not to its own glory but to the glory of God, whose glory is above earth and heaven.
With poetry like this, no wonder the ancients believed that the stars sang. Perhaps they do, and it is our ears that need opening. Perhaps we need to be a people who are close to God. …