Difference between revisions of "Sermon for July 7th, 2019"

Revision as of 14:54, 6 July 2019

Our scripture reading today is Psalm 149, but before we begin, I'd like to recognize a few milestones: Tomorrow is July 8th, which is the seventh anniversary of the day you voted to elect me as the pastor of First Presbyterian Church. I can always remember that date, because it also happens to be my wedding anniversary -- tomorrow Amy and I will celebrate 19 years of marriage. I am grateful for both of these relationships that are so central to my life and my identity. ALSO...it just so happens that the sermon I'm about to preach (and yes, I do keep track of these things) is the 300th sermon I have had the honor of preaching to this congregation over the past ten years (since I was fortunate enough to preach a few sermons for you as a seminary student, before I came here to be your pastor).

So thank you for listening to all those sermons, for taking such good care of me and my family, and for being our church family these past seven years and more.

Psalm 149:1-9

1 Praise the Lord!
Sing to the Lord a new song,
    his praise in the assembly of the faithful.
2 Let Israel be glad in its Maker;
    let the children of Zion rejoice in their King.
3 Let them praise his name with dancing,
    making melody to him with tambourine and lyre.
4 For the Lord takes pleasure in his people;
    he adorns the humble with victory.
5 Let the faithful exult in glory;
    let them sing for joy on their couches.
6 Let the high praises of God be in their throats
    and two-edged swords in their hands,
7 to execute vengeance on the nations
    and punishment on the peoples,
8 to bind their kings with fetters
    and their nobles with chains of iron,
9 to execute on them the judgment decreed.
    This is glory for all his faithful ones.
Praise the Lord!

Psummer of Psalms - 149

A shipwreck survivor washes up on the beach of an island and is immediately surrounded by a group of native warriors, armed to the teeth with sharp spears, jagged knives, and grim expressions. "I'm done for", the man cries out in despair. At this, a booming voice sounds from the heavens, "No, you are not done for." None of the natives seem to hear this heavenly voice, which continues, saying, "Listen carefully, and do exactly as I say." Relieved, the man waits for his instructions. "Grab the spear from the one who is nearest you, and shove it through the heart of the chief." The man does so, and the remainder of the natives stare in disbelief. "Now, what?" the man asks the heavens.

"Now, you are done for."

I love that joke because no one sees or anticipates the ending. A lot of good jokes use that technique. But it's a little bit less funny when it happens in one of our beloved Psalms, and Psalm 149 definitely ends with a violent twist.