I like writing songs, I have since I was knee-high to Richard Kiel. I also like poetry although I don’t spend nearly enough time writing it to be particularly good. What I love is the emotive side of songs and poems. I love the way they can evoke strong emotions, vivid memories and spiritual awareness. Now if only there was something similar in the bible… ta da!
This isn’t Karaoke
And so I come to the final review in my journey through the bible in a year. Psalms is the other book that has accompanied the reading plan of Old and New Testament books. It is a collection of songs and prayers, that cover a wide range of emotions and feelings. We have unbridled joy, deep despair and calls to God to exact Godness on the writer’s enemies. At times theses are easy to read, Psalm 23 is pretty well-known and a couple of lines quoted when the going gets tough can be quite reassuring. But other Psalms are a little uneasy, the ending of the Psalm that Boney M immortalised in their song, By the rivers of Babylon, is often quoted by those who have a few questions about the whole, God is love thing (Psalm 137).
Psalms isn’t written by any one person, although many of the them are given an author and King David gets quite a share of the royalties for this lot. Whether he actually wrote them or his ‘band’ we’re not sure, but many relate to specific incidents in his life. The saying and singing of Psalms played quite a role in Jewish worship, so it involved ‘professional’ people within the religion.
The word of God?
One thing that hit me while reading the Psalms was the nature of what the bible is. One end of the Christian spectrum would say that the bible is God’s Word. However these Psalms are so personal to humans, and their individual experiences and feelings, that to say it is God speaking would not be true. But I am getting a little off track, this is supposed to be a review and not a theological treatise on what the bible is. However, it once again points out the humanity of the words on the page.
I liked the Psalms, they are real, authentic contain real human emotions and real human failure. They are colourful and raw, inspiring and devotional. I wouldn’t say I enjoyed reading them, but I was moved.