“I can still hear David laughing” Monday, May 24 2010 

In our Sunday school hour at church, we have just completed a study of I & II Samuel. Yesterday we looked at David’s last words, which contain one of my favorite verses: “When one rules over men in righteousness, when he rules in the fear of God, he is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings the grass from the earth” (II Samuel 23:3-4).

Contemplating the end of David’s life, who for all his failures was Israel’s greatest taste of their coming King and was a man who both loved God and rightly responded to God, made me think of Andrew Peterson’s “Song and Dance.”

David’s on his throne at sundown
His paper and his pen are in his hand
He’s waiting on a song at sundown
As he gazes out across his holy land

And he thinks of old Goliath and he smiles
He can barely keep from laughing
He says, “Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised”
He can hear the rivers clapping
Well, they’re still clapping
To the same old song and dance

Well the cadence of the sea is just as steady
And the chorus of the hills is just as strong
And the faithfulness of God is just as mighty as it was
When the shepherd slew the giant with a stone

You can close your eyes and listen to the sea
You can feel the holy rhythm
Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised
For the mercy he has given
Well, he’s still giving
It’s the same old song and dance

I can hear creation singing his praise
That his love is everlasting
It’s the same as it was a million years ago
I can still hear David laughing
And the rivers are still clapping
It’s the same old song and dance


Monday, Apr 27 2009 


I have been noticing in recent weeks the beautiful blooming trees along our street. There are a couple pink dogwoods whose color seemed to peak about seven days ago with a deep brilliant pink, and since then I’ve noticed the color fading day by day. It has reminded me of this poem by Robert Frost:

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Psalm 130 Saturday, May 24 2008 

Our pastor will be preaching from Psalm 130 tomorrow. Here is a translation of that psalm done by Robert Alter in The Book of Psalms.

Psalm 130

From the depths I called You, Lord,

Master, hear my voice.

May Your ears listen close to the voice of my plea.

Were You, O Yah, to watch for wrongs,

Master, who could endure?

For forgiveness is Yours,

so that You may be feared.

I hoped for the Lord, my being hoped,

and for His word I waited.

My being for the Master –

more than the dawn-watchers watch for the dawn.

Wait, O Israel, for the Lord,

for with the Lord is steadfast kindness,

and great redemption is with Him.

And He will redeem Israel

from all its wrongs.