Like a rubber ball.
Or a boomerang. Or inflation. Or bell-bottom jeans. Some things just come back.
Retracing our regular walking circuit around the neighbourhood – because the dog and myself share a Pavlovian conditioning for familiar paths – I found myself treading the familiar contours of Psalm 42.
Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Why downcast and disturbed? Its a rhetorical question. We all have reasons. A lot of the time, more than one reason at a time.
The psalmist came from the line of Korah, a guy who some time before had earned the punishmnent of God because of disobedience. And yet the sons of Korah, being spared, pushed in the opposite direction and served in the temple in Jerusalem.
Serving became their legacy and this Psalmist finds himself away fom the Temple, unable to serve there, and bitterly remembering better spiritual times.
Like I said, we all have reasons.
So, this son of Korah essentially starts preaching to his soul as if he’s the preacher and the the lone congregant, and us readers of the psalm are listening in.
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
The Korahite motivates his soul to move his hope from where it isn’t to where its supposed to be.
The movie files in my memory make a connection with Happy Gilmore, crudely remonstrating with his golf ball thats inches from the hole that its supposed to go home.
This blogger went and made a Powerpoint sermon to get his soul headed in the right direction.
Like put (hope) or putt (golf ball). Its on its way home where it belongs.
I know when my hope is amiss, and I know where it belongs.