6th Sunday after Pentecost, July 20, 2014
Psalm 139:1-12, 22-23
LORD, you
have searched me out and known me; * you know my sitting down and my
rising up; you discern my thoughts from afar.
You trace
my journeys and my resting-places * and are acquainted with all my ways.
Indeed,
there is not a word on my lips, * but you, O LORD, know it altogether.
You press
upon me behind and before * and lay your hand upon me.
Such
knowledge is too wonderful for me; * it is so high that I cannot attain to it.
Where can
I go then from your Spirit? * where can I flee from your presence?
If I climb up to heaven, you are there; * if I make the
grave my bed, you are there also;
If I take
the wings of the morning * and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even
there your hand will lead me * and your right hand hold me fast.
If I say,
"Surely the darkness will cover me, * and the light around me turn to night,"
Darkness
is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day; * darkness and light to you are both alike.
For you
yourself created my inmost parts; * you
knit me together in my mother's womb.
Search me
out, O God, and know my heart; * try me and know my restless thoughts.
Look well whether there be any wickedness in me * and lead
me in the way that is everlasting.
Reflections: One of the deep, majestic psalms. God’s light
and life, invisible to us, penetrates and fills even our deepest darkness.
Psalm 139:1-12, 22-23
LORD, you
have searched me out and known me; * you know my sitting down and my
rising up; you discern my thoughts from afar.
You trace
my journeys and my resting-places * and are acquainted with all my ways.
Indeed,
there is not a word on my lips, * but you, O LORD, know it altogether.
You press
upon me behind and before * and lay your hand upon me.
Such
knowledge is too wonderful for me; * it is so high that I cannot attain to it.
Where can
I go then from your Spirit? * where can I flee from your presence?
If I climb up to heaven, you are there; * if I make the
grave my bed, you are there also;
If I take
the wings of the morning * and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
Even
there your hand will lead me * and your right hand hold me fast.
If I say,
"Surely the darkness will cover me, * and the light around me turn to night,"
Darkness
is not dark to you; the night is as bright as the day; * darkness and light to you are both alike.
For you
yourself created my inmost parts; * you
knit me together in my mother's womb.
Search me
out, O God, and know my heart; * try me and know my restless thoughts.
Look well whether there be any wickedness in me * and lead
me in the way that is everlasting.
Reflections: One of the deep, majestic psalms. God’s light
and life, invisible to us, penetrates and fills even our deepest darkness.
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