“Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless his holy name! Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits, who forgives all your iniquity, who heals all your diseases…Bless the Lord, all his works, in all places of his dominion. Bless the Lord, O my soul!” (Ps 102/103: 1-3, 22)
This morning I woke up a bit jetlagged and groggy, as I’ve been traveling for almost a week now. This kind of disruption of my usual routine can make me… well, unpleasant, for myself and other people. But reading the words of this well-known psalm on this unusual morning under unusual circumstances, - a psalm that I hear often (because it’s sung at the beginning of Divine Liturgy in my church), - I feel like I’m hearing it for the first time.
When travels, new places, or new people cease to make sense to me, because I lose a God-centered focus, let me let His word re-anchor me, because “His holy name” makes everything, including the disruptions to routine, “make sense.” – Not in our “sense,” confused by human agendas and politics and short-sighted objectives, - but in His “sense,” which lovingly, generously abounds in our midst, in every place, if I take pause and listen. Bless the Lord, O my soul, …in all places of His, not our, dominion.