A song. A psalm of the Sons of Korah.
Great is the Lord, and most worthy of praise, in the
city of our God, his holy mountain. Beautiful in its loftiness, the
joy of the whole earth, like the heights of Zaphon is Mount Zion, the city
of the Great King. God is in her citadels; he has shown himself to be her
fortress.
When the kings joined forces, when they advanced together, they
saw her and were astounded; they fled in terror. Trembling seized them
there, pain like that of a woman in labor. You destroyed them like ships of
Tarshish shattered by an east wind. As we have heard, so we have seen in the
city of the Lord Almighty, in the city of our God: God makes her
secure forever.
Within your temple, O God, we meditate on your unfailing
love. Like your name, O God, your praise reaches to the ends of the earth;
your right hand is filled with righteousness.
Mount Zion rejoices, the villages of Judah are glad because of
your judgments. Walk about Zion, go around her, count her towers, consider well
her ramparts, view her citadels, that you may tell of them to the next
generation. For this God is our God for ever and ever; he
will be our guide even to the end. (Psalm 48)
In today’s passage, the sons of Korah sing the praise of God
within their praise of the place where God resided: the holy city of Jerusalem.
That is not to say that Jerusalem was perfect, or heaven on earth. There were
lots of sinners there because there were lots of people there. Eventually, a
temple was erected there, and every year, the high priest and everyone else in
the country was supposed to bring a sacrifice because they had sinned. There is
no getting around the idea that Jerusalem was not a place of perfection, but God
directed them to build a temple to Him there anyway.
Jesus came to the Jews, not because they were perfect, because
they were still sinners and at least some of the people of that land conspired
to have Him executed. He knew, and He still came, for the sake of the Jews and for
ours.
After His death, resurrection, and ascension, the Holy Spirit came
to us and dwelt in us. The Church was established. Neither of these was because
we were perfect. If we weren’t perfect, neither was the Church perfect. As it
has been said many times, if you find the perfect church, don’t join it. You’ll
ruin it. God does not dwell with us, or in us, because we have merited it in
some way. If He did, there’d be no reason to praise Him, and every reason to
praise ourselves.
Jerusalem, the Church, and even Heaven aren’t beautiful because we
make it so. They are beautiful because of God’s presence. Yes, there may be
towers, or cathedrals, or streets of gold, but it is God that makes them
special. It is His love that encourages, gives peace, brings wisdom, causes
perseverance, and provides grace.
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