The responsorial psalm on Sunday may seem a strange mix of thanksgiving and a stretching out for hope beyond hope.
Well, welcome to what is life for many of us!
Your love, O Lord, is eternal: discard not the work of your hands.
I thank you, Lord, with all my heart:
you have heard the words of my mouth.
In the presence of the angels I will bless you.
I will adore before your holy temple.Your love, O Lord, is eternal: discard not the work of your hands.
I thank you for your faithfulness and love,
which excel all we ever knew of you.
On the day I called, you answered;
you increased the strength of my soul.Your love, O Lord, is eternal: discard not the work of your hands.
The Lord is high yet he looks on the lowly
and the haughty he knows from afar.
Your love, O Lord, is eternal,
discard not the work of your hands.Your love, O Lord, is eternal: discard not the work of your hands.
Psalm 137:1-3,6,8
In these present days when loss and the horror of human cruelty are daily before us, there is good reason to lament and to need to renew our trust.
- Where does the work of the Lord’s hands seem in jeopardy?
- What is permanent in our world? How do we know?
- When did you last give thanks to God? Why?
Image of the Pieta is of carving by Louis Botinelly in the Cathédrale Sainte-Marie-Majeure de Marseille. Photograph (c) Allen Morris, 2014.
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