Quick leaps across time zones leave me feeling scattered for days. Driving across time zones is easier than flying because my body can catch up slowly but surely with whatever the standard time happens to be.
For a period in their history, God’s people were scattered throughout the ancient Near East and across different time zones. Psalm 113 is proof that no matter where they found themselves the standard for their lives became praise for their God who is full of liberating power, majesty and glory. It became their only response.
Praise the Lord!
Praise, O servants of the Lord,
praise the name of the Lord!
Blessed be the name of the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore!
From the rising of the sun to its setting,
the name of the Lord is to be praised!
The Lord is high above all nations,
and his glory above the heavens!
Who is like the Lord our God,
who is seated on high,
who looks far down
on the heavens and the earth?
He raises the poor from the dust
and lifts the needy from the ash heap,
to make them sit with princes,
with the princes of his people.
He gives the barren woman a home,
making her the joyous mother of children.
Praise the Lord!
I am ever mindful of brothers and sisters in Christ scattered across many time zones living in poverty and barrenness for the sake of the gospel. I am humbled when I hear stories of how many of them respond in praise even in the midst of persecution.
More and more, may our prayers be lifted up for the persecuted Church wherever the sun rises and sets. And may praise be our standard response each new day, for truly there is no God like our God!
Wait a minute. That means if I post this today in the PST zone, it is already tomorrow somewhere in the world? No wonder It takes Jill time to adjust!
I love that we can decide what our standard response can be–it may take some practice, discipline and determination–but worth the effort. With God’s grace of course.