At Mass yesterday we sang Psalm 92, as part of the Liturgy of the Word on the feast of Christ the King.
The Lord is king, with majesty enrobed.
The Lord is king, with majesty enrobed;
the Lord has robed himself with might,
he has girded himself with power.
The world you made firm, not to be moved;
your throne has stood firm from of old.
From all eternity, O Lord, you are.
Truly your decrees are to be trusted.
Holiness is fitting to your house,
O Lord, until the end of time.
It offers images of constancy and solidity that contrast with our oft-times experience of the world with its passing fads and fashions, with its truths and certainties the candy floss of spin.
In the world of the psalm, and maybe THE world, the world of the Kingdom, there is much more that is stable and trustworthy.
The psalm excites us with its vision prompts us to pray ‘Thy kindom come…’
They may not allow the ad in the cinema (and maybe they’re right?), but praying the Lord’s Prayer today seems a most appropriate thing to do in response to yesterday’s feast and today’s world.
Figure of Metropolitan Cathedral of Christ the King, Liverpool. (c) 2006, Allen Morris.