Psalm 66:1-9

Proper 9 (14) - Year C

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Psalm 66:1-9 or Psalm 30

Lift with the legs. Carry that box to the moving van. Let your legs help you put it down. Check the pedometer. Repeat.

In this form moving is pretty routine, boring, repetitive, deadly.

Can it be seen as a dance? How would Arthur Murray have choreographed this move?

The psalmist talks of turning our mourning, our everydayness, into dancing or (as the same word is translated in 29:9) a whirl.

Whirling - Dancing - Moving

We move from midnight weeping to morning joy, from noontime seas to crossing a river at dusk into a new land. And there was evening and morning, the next day.

What labor will you transform by whirling it about in your imagination until you can see a dance?

http://www.kairoscomotion.org/lectionary/2004/july2004.html

 

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Psalm 66:1-9 or Psalm30

The very journey G*D has been on and the very journey we have been on, with all their attendant ups and downs, leads us to desire a point of stasis - "I shall never be moved." Somehow we imagine that this concretization of experience is of more value that the ebb and flow of life. We erase our experience of our own life and our experience of G*D's presence (whether filled with anger or favor) in favor of a static ideal, a never changing creed that betrays its very origin.

Even when we imagine ourselves a strong mountain, we find ourselves dismayed. The statement, "I shall never be moved," is idolatry at its most evident and in our blindspot - both at once.

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giving thanks to
giving thanks with
is an ocean-wide gap
between religions
within a religion

the "to"ers
do unto
at a moments notice
with a goal
of no more heretics

the "with"ers
race on
with an eternity
to dance
new wine

bless G*D
bless neighbors
now and always
G*D blesses
neighbor blesses

http://kcmlection.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html