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.
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.
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.
Responsorial Psalm for the 21st Sunday of Ordinary Time
There is an old couplet: “How odd of God / To choose the Jews.”
How remarkable, in fact, that God should choose and care for any of us, let alone all of us. Yet the Scriptures assure us that he does choose and care for all of us.
When, as hopefully we regularly are, we are confronted by our contingency and ‘littleness’ we do well to cry out in remembrance of that love and to pray for all its potential to be fulfilled in us. Despite us!
After Hans Bocksberger: Earthly Paradise. c1560. (c) 2014, Allen Morris.