Nessa has been very excited about April Fool’s Day since this past weekend. She put a polar bear under my pillow a couple nights ago and has been wishing a “Happy April Fool’s Day!” to everyone that we meet (in parking lots, etc). Tonight, as she was going to bed, she asked me a long series of questions about exactly what is a “fool’s joke” and what is not. Thankfully, I do not yet have to stretch my creativity too far to delight her. She was in stitches when I put a tissue box under her pillow this evening. 🙂

Pictures of Luke doing hand stands etc. continued to circulate around the entire student body today…

In my systematic theology class we each have to write a prayer in response to every chapter that we study. This was a prayer that I wrote today in class responding to the chapter on worship. It meditates on Psalm 150.

Praise the LORD.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
praise him in his mighty heavens.

You have tabernacle with us—raised up your sanctuary.
You have overcome the grave, building us a new temple in three days.
In this creation, we have no temple of stone.
You are its temple: God made flesh to dwell with us.
And you have done this so that we, also, might be raised—
To make of us a temple worthy of your glorious image.
Your glory fills the earth through those that you have shaped and joined.
You raise this temple block by block up to the mighty heavens.
A tower built by God, made of stones cut by you and laid upon the cornerstone.

You sit enthroned amidst the praises of your people.
Light and song radiate from your courts.
Holiness that burns and purifies.
Love that pleads and promises.
Power that achieves and redeems.

Praise him for his acts of power;
praise him for his surpassing greatness.

The heavens inspire wonder.
The works of your hand sing forth your praise.
The stars are spread beyond our sight,
We search their outermost reaches with instruments and calculations.
But your hosts are beyond our count.
Our inward parts, too, are intricate beyond our comprehension.
Tissues, cells, atoms and quantum forces work in seamless unison,
Maintaining interlayered balances that we cannot restore or replicate.
And your creative power is exceeded, even, by your redemptive work.
You have created us not once but twice.
No failure of ours lies beyond your providence or your power to create anew.
You have preserved the seed of promise and come incarnate to us as a second Adam.

Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,

praise him with tambourine and dancing,
praise him with the strings and flute,

praise him with the clash of cymbals,
praise him with resounding cymbals.

Teach the voices of your people to sing of your greatness, your love and your salvation.
Make us the instruments of your glory and thrill our hearts with your mighty word.
May we lead this trembling creation—lead it in awe, longing and anticipation.
Serving as Levites in your courts, lift our songs up to your heavenly seat.
Let the vines and bulls in the golden pedestals and the scarlet tapestries reverberate around us.
Let the starry hosts hear and clap their hands.

Let everything that has breath praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD.

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