Psalm 150 - Let Everything Praise the Lord!

    Now that it is Easter season, I have moved from Psalm 51, the penitent psalm, to Psalm 150, one of the praise psalms.  I love the Easter season, the time of celebration and praise.  The “alleluias” are proclaimed once again after the long Lenten season of somberness.  There is a time for mourning and a time for rejoicing, and Easter season is the time for rejoicing.  Alleluia!!!  Christ is risen! Christ is risen indeed!!  Alleluia!!!

    I like all the instruments which are mentioned in Psalm 150.  My husband plays the loud clanging cymbals which are mentioned, and I play the banjo.  Since stringed instruments are mentioned, the banjo would be included, though I know it isn’t a traditional church instrument.  However, our small local church has allowed me to join the music team with the banjo, and for this I am grateful.  I love playing the songs during the services, and praising God with a stringed instrument.  After all, God is the One who made it possible for me to learn to play well enough to join the music team.  I want to give it back to him by entering into praise with this gift.  I am filled with gratitude for this gift of music He has bestowed upon me. 

    I brought a banjo along with me to East Africa the two times we went to live in Mwanza, Tanzania.   We attended the English Congregation at St. Nicholas Cathedral in downtown Mwanza, near the southern shore of Lake Victoria.  Our Tanzanian pastor invited our family to share our music during the services we attended at St. Nicholas Cathedral in 2013, and then in 2015, their church council agreed to let us lead some of the songs for each of the services.  They even got a microphone stand for the banjo because the sound didn’t reach the back of the cathedral.  Each week I would choose two or three songs and call the music leader to let her know which songs we would lead, and then I would practice the songs all week.   It really was a privilege to be allowed to lead the congregation in music.   I enjoyed sharing some of our songs from our Kentucky church with the African church.    

     One memory that really stands out is teaching the church the song which starts out, “I rejoiced when they said unto me, let us go into the house of the Lord.”  Our church in Kentucky sings this song every Palm Sunday as we walk together into the church waving palm branches.  It was so fun to teach this song to the African church; after they learned the tune, the whole congregation sang it as they marched around the inside of the cathedral, waving the palm branches they had brought to church with them.  This memory always brings a smile to my face. 

    I also taught some songs to my English students at the Bible School in Nyakato, where we lived.  It was so fun to hear my students sing with such enthusiasm the English songs we practiced.  The song they liked the best was “Amazing Grace”, and when my husband heard them singing from our house, he told me they sounded like an English choir. 

    What pleasant memories of praising God with instruments and song!   God is worthy of all our praise, as Psalm 150 expresses so vibrantly:

Psalm 150 

Praise the Lord! Praise God in His sanctuary; Praise Him in His mighty firmament!  Praise Him for His mighty acts; Praise Him according to His excellent greatness!

Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet; Praise Him with the lute and harp!  Praise Him with the timbrel and dance; Praise Him with stringed instruments and flutes!  Praise Him with loud cymbals; Praise Him with clashing cymbals!

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.  Praise the Lord!

Zaburi 150

Haleluya!  Msifuni Mungu katika patakatifu pake; Msifuni katika anga la uweza wake.  Msifuni kwa matendo yake makuu.  Msifuni kwa kadiri ya wingi wa ukuu wake.

Msifuni kwa mvumo wa baragumu; Msifuni kwa kinanda na kinubi; Msifuni kwa matari na kucheza; Msifuni kwa zeze na filimbi; Msifuni kwa matoazi yaliayo; Msifuni kwa matoazi yavumayo sana.

Kila mwenye pumzi na amsifu Bwana.  Haleluya!

  

Psalm 51 - A Song of God's Mercy

    We are in the season of Lent, a time of self-examination and recognition of our need for God’s mercy in our lives.  As I read recently in Pope Francis’ book, The Name of God is Mercy, copyright 2016, we are sinners, but we are not corrupt.  As we confess our sins, God forgives us and cleanses us of all unrighteousness.  Pope Francis points out that only if we think we are righteous in ourselves, we are corrupt.  As long as we earnestly and sincerely seek God to understand our errors and unrighteousness, humbly confess our iniquity, and ask God to forgive us, then God always welcomes us, the penitent sinners.  Christ Jesus came for us sinners, to shower upon us His love.  No matter how many times we fall, God always welcomes us back.  He is always ready to help us stand again.  It is all a matter of humbly asking God’s forgiveness and mercy.  His love is eternal.

Psalm 51: 1-3  

Have mercy upon me, O God, according to the multitude of Your lovingkindness; according to the multitude of Your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my inquity, and cleanse me from my sin.  For I acknowledge my transgressions, and my sin is always before me.

Zaburi 51: 1-3

Ee Mungu, unirehemu; sawasawa na fadhili zako, kiasi cha wingi wa rehema zako, uyafuta makosa yangu. Unioshe kabisa na uovu wangu. Unitakase dhambi zangu. Maana nimejua mimi makosa yangu, na dhambi yangu i mbele za yangu daima.              

    Psalm 51 is a song that expresses God’s steadfast mercy in the face of our sinfulness.  The good news is that God’s love triumphs over our carnal nature.  The good news is that God’s love also transforms us into His likeness as we diligently seek Him.  Praise the Lord for His infinite kindness!

               May God’s mercy fill you with His peace this Lenten season and always,

               Mama Anna

Note:  I will include some Swahili for the sake of those in East Africa who may read this post.  Also, since I got used to being called “Mama Anna”, this is how I will sign out.  In East Africa, adults who are married are addressed by their relationships with their children, most commonly the oldest child in the family.  They rarely use their first name.