Psalm for Today =
98:1, 8-9
“Oh sing to the Lord a
new song,
for he has done marvelous things!
His right hand and his holy arm
have worked salvation for him…
8 Let the
rivers clap their hands;
let the hills sing for joy together
9 before the Lord, for he comes
He will judge the world with righteousness,
and the peoples with equity.”
Comments:
The psalms repeatedly urge us to worship the Lord with song
because of what he has done for us. Some of the psalms are actually historical step-by-step
remembrances of what God has done for Israel. Here, the “marvelous things” which
he has done are summed up rather simply, in that He “worked salvation”
(implied—because no one else could) and has revealed it to us.
Not only are the people of God to sing in celebration, but so is
creation itself. In v. 8, we see the literary device of Personification (see also 35:10; 19:2; 77:16; 114:3), which
means to speak about the non-personal as personal (e.g., giving
human characteristics to the inanimate). We know that rivers don’t have hands
to clap, but we can hear the ovation of a crowd in the sound of cool water
rushing over the rocks. We can’t hear hills sing, but when they are covered
with wildflowers after the rains, it seems as though they must be singing for
joy.

God is coming to judge the earth in righteousness and equity.
Nature is on board with that (Romans 8:20-22), are we? Have we begun to let
Christ’s commitment to righteousness
seep into our lives and shape our plans? Do we stand for equity among all
peoples? As I listen to the river and the hills rejoicing in what God made them
to be, I think I need to be more concerned about fairness for others than about
trying to direct my own life and protect my own rights. That’s God’s job.
Hallelujah!
Bonus Story:
“Let
the rivers clap their hands”
In thinking about the line in Psalm
98:8, “let the rivers clap their hands”,
I am reminded of one summer, when as a young raft captain for a youth group
river rafting camp on the Deschutes River in Central Oregon, I had an extremely
unpleasant girl assigned to my raft. She talked non-stop, grumbling and complaining
about how early she had to get up, how the food was gross, how the water was cold,
how the paddling was hard, how the other girls … blah, blah, blah. There is
nowhere to go in a 5-man raft to get away from someone like that. I think I
prayed, but I’m not sure now.

Now in addition to safety, and directing
the paddling of the raft, the raft captain’s job sitting in the right-rear of
the 5-man raft is to steer the raft to approach rapids somewhat
sideways for the best visibility in choosing a route and then digging in with
the paddle at the last minute to head directly into the safest part of the rapid.
This specific day was beautiful, yet this girl’s grumbling was driving us all
to distraction. We were in relatively calm water between larger sections of
rapids and were forced to listen to her monologue. As we floated casually along, trying to enjoy
the amazing scenery, I spotted a single small dip in the river with one small
curling wave on the far side like the curly top on a Dairy Queen soft-serve ice
cream cone. It was nothing to be concerned about, and yet … could it be an
answer to prayer?
I edged the raft further to the
left, pointing out something along the left bank to distract Grumbling-girl. As
we drifted sideways and closer to the little out-of-place river-curl… wait for
it…everyone saw it coming except the one so focused on herself that she was wasting
a great day on the river. I think even the river was offended!
At the last moment, in the deceptively
quiet water, I suddenly back-paddled and the raft swung sharply to the right and
took the curl of the wave on the right front of the raft. With a resoundingly
loud clapping sound, the river-curl reached up and slapped the unhappy teen full in
the face, filled her open mouth with river water, and reddened her face with
the sting. I caught her before she fell out of the raft. After the echoes of
our spontaneous celebration of righteous judgment died away, an amazing change
took place. It seemed that a sacred silence filled the air, the sun seemed
warmer, the sky more brilliant blue behind the hills, and we worked together and conversed in
happier tones the rest of the day…as even the girl seemed to snap out of her
personal funk and join in the joyous journey with us.
When I think of this story, I
laugh, but then I wonder what it will take for God to get me to snap out of my
self-focus this week? What must I suddenly face before I join others in
God’s journey? May it be something so small as a river-curl!