The mighty one, God the LORD, speaks and summons the earth from the rising of the sun to its setting. Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines forth. Our God comes and does not keep silence, before him is a devouring fire, and a mighty tempest all around him. He calls to the heavens above and to the earth, that he may judge his people: “Gather to me my faithful ones, who made a covenant with me by sacrifice!” The heavens declare his righteousness, for God himself is judge. Selah Psalm 50:1-6, from Psalm 50, psalter for Transfiguration Sunday
Have mercy on me, O God, according to your steadfast love; according to your abundant mercy blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin. … Create in me a clean heart, O God, and put a new and right spirit within me. Do not cast me away from your presence, and do not take your holy spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and sustain in me a willing spirit. Psalm 51:1-2, 10-12; from Psalm 51 for Ash Wednesday
‘The LORD speaks and summons the earth.’ The LORD calls the earth, cries out the earth, from the sun’s rise till its going in. I read the line, and the LORD calls the earth to be, summons it to unfold itself, as if creation does not exist but for God’s daily re-call. In my mind God’s speech unfurls rainbow banners across the heavens. I look out the window and see pink glowing from sky to snow-ground.
This summons, though, is not to being but to judgment. The LORD who flames from perfect-beauty Zion in fire and storm consuming, whose righteousness the heavens declare, calls a gathering ‘that he may judge his people.’ ‘For God himself is judge.’
This is where the lectionary selection for Transfiguration ends. As if it is safe to summon the shining-bright LORD as judge and not recount the judgment. As if it is honest or true to not read on to God’s arraignment of God’s own people. As if the mountaintop was itself the end and not the transition (literarily, liturgically) into a next phase of relationship. Lent.
Where am I in this psalm? Who is God speaking to? Who is the LORD speaking of?
Having called the earth as if to be, the LORD calls to heavens above and earth below to witness the charges. I am not called as witness, however. As I count myself among God’s own, numbered among God’s ‘faithful,’ I must count myself among those arraigned, against whom God testifies. We are not invited to overhear God’s speech to others but to be addressed by God. We are summoned to ‘Hear!’
What we hear is both censure and assurance. God’s people — we, I — are arraigned not for our failures of worship but for something else. Sacrifice as we practice it is not an inherent offense. Nor is it needed by God. All is already the LORD’s. Who are we to set aside some portion only? As if it all — as if we — are not already God’s own. As if God has a hunger that can be slaked only by our burnt offerings. The LORD rejects our offerings as necessary for God’s sake, yet the psalm continues on into exhortation: sacrifice thanks; pay your promises; ‘call on me in the day of trouble.’ The LORD does not reject us or our offerings. If there is rejection, it is of our ordering. We are the ones who need this discipline taken on, that distraction given up. The LORD, of grace, accepts our need as offering, and God promises to deliver.
But the psalm does not end there any more than it ended after that initial summons to judgment. The LORD castigates the wicked. How comforting it would be to think this address, at least, is against ‘others,’ and this is the part I can overhear. These harsh words against those who ‘hate discipline’ and ‘cast my words behind you,’ who befriend thieves and adulterers, who speak evil and deceit and slander against their own kin — I would rather witness these words than take them to myself.
Except that these words, too, are addressed to those who carry God’s covenant on their lips. These words, too, are addressed to those counted as kin, which is why their falsity is such an offense. If I draw that line between, am I not risking the same slander? It is the LORD who is not like us, not we who are not like each other. I must see that if I am to see at all.
Let me not forget you, LORD.
Let me learn to see myself with your eyes that I may see you with my own.