I read Psalm 92 this morning. It is a psalm of praise and adoration for God.
I needed to hear the words of this psalm. In my line of work there are new technologies and new software applications popping up all the time. There seems to be an endless line of new things that I have to learn. At my age, my brain isn’t as stretchy as it once was and it is filled with things that don’t seem to matter anymore. I know how to dial a rotary phone, I know how to gently place a needle onto a spinning vinyl disc without scratching the vinyl disc, I know how to use a pencil to rewind a cassette tape that has sprung out of its case. None of those things are useful anymore. I get the growing feeling that I am becoming redundant. The word “redundant” can have different meanings. In my line of developing control logic and programming redundancy is a good thing because it means that the system is robust and resilient, there are multiple sources of power or control so if one is lost the system can continue to run. But redundancy in the job market is a scary place to be. Redundant as a worker means extra, not needed, superfluous and unnecessary. As I age I worry that I am becoming redundant, and not the good kind, the extra superfluous kind. So with those worries rattling around in my aging brain I read Psalm 92.
“It is good to give thanks to the Lord,
to sing praises to the Most High.
2 It is good to proclaim your unfailing love in the morning,
your faithfulness in the evening,
3 accompanied by a ten-stringed instrument, a harp,
and the melody of a lyre.
4 You thrill me, Lord, with all you have done for me!
I sing for joy because of what you have done.
5 O Lord, what great works you do!
And how deep are your thoughts.
6 Only a simpleton would not know,
and only a fool would not understand this:
7 Though the wicked sprout like weeds
and evildoers flourish,
they will be destroyed forever.
8 But you, O Lord, will be exalted forever.
9 Your enemies, Lord, will surely perish;
all evildoers will be scattered.
10 But you have made me as strong as a wild ox.
You have anointed me with the finest oil.
11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies;
my ears have heard the defeat of my wicked opponents.
12 But the godly will flourish like palm trees
and grow strong like the cedars of Lebanon.
13 For they are transplanted to the Lord’s own house.
They flourish in the courts of our God.
14 Even in old age they will still produce fruit;
they will remain vital and green.
15 They will declare, “The Lord is just!
He is my rock!
There is no evil in him!”’
Here are some things that stand out to me.
God is always good and always worth praising.
Setting God’s praises to music is a good thing.
The evil people that seem to flourish now, will be dealt with.
The Godly will flourish.
The Godly will grow strong like Cedar trees.
Even in old age, the Godly will still produce fruit.
Even in old age the Godly will remain vital and green.
That is what I am hanging onto this morning, even as I age, I will flourish and still produce fruit in the courts of my God, I will not be redundant to God, but I will be vital and green.
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One of my favorite Psalms. ❤️
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