Tuning in to God with expectation

James Cathcart January 20, 2024 3 3

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Psalm 62 (NRSVA)

1 

For God alone my soul waits in silence;
    from him comes my salvation.

2 

He alone is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress; I shall never be shaken.

3 

How long will you assail a person,
    will you batter your victim, all of you,
    as you would a leaning wall, a tottering fence?

4 

Their only plan is to bring down a person of prominence.
    They take pleasure in falsehood;
they bless with their mouths,
    but inwardly they curse.Selah

5 

For God alone my soul waits in silence,
    for my hope is from him.

6 

He alone is my rock and my salvation,
    my fortress; I shall not be shaken.

7 

On God rests my deliverance and my honour;
    my mighty rock, my refuge is in God.

8 

Trust in him at all times, O people;
    pour out your heart before him;
    God is a refuge for us.Selah

9 

Those of low estate are but a breath,
    those of high estate are a delusion;
in the balances they go up;
    they are together lighter than a breath.

10 

Put no confidence in extortion,
    and set no vain hopes on robbery;
    if riches increase, do not set your heart on them.

11 

Once God has spoken;
    twice have I heard this:
that power belongs to God,

12 

    and steadfast love belongs to you, O Lord.
For you repay to all
    according to their work.

A small silver box.

A gift from my grandmother.

An unfeasibly long antennae.

Able to hear radio from around the world.

Static.

Some jazz.

An intense burst of possible Portuguese.

Fuzz.

Something,

perhaps plaintive Norwegian.

A song in a third language.

Some numbers

More static,

a lot more static.

A voice intoning something maritime.

The turning of a dial

crossing

longitude and

latitude

borders

and mountain ranges,

oceans

and wonders.

Confused by most of it

but alive to all of it,

full of expectation.

Prayer:

Dear God

We tune into you with expectation,

with the expectation of a small boy

sent a small silver box from Canada.

Searching for the frequency,

hearing thrilling bursts,

wondering what we’ll find next.

Confused by much of it

but alive to all of it,

carrying our expectation

as we turn the dial

listening out for what’s next.

We’re listening.

Amen.