Come and See! Come and Hear!

Psalm 66  (read it here)
August 2, 2026
Series: Dwelling in the Psalms
William G. Carter

There is a rumor going around that I announced my retirement last Tuesday. That’s true. I plan to wind up my pastoral work in the middle of next April. If you are hearing this for the first time, I apologize. We tried to get out the word to everybody at the same time by e-mail, postal letter, and personal announcement. Nothing was posted on the internet until we heard many folks had received the latter.

As the news spread, I had a decision to make. We have been working through the Psalms this summer. Most of them were selected in a haphazard way – let’s try this one, or that one, or here’s a psalm they have never heard. When it comes to the Bible, I love a good challenge. And the text that had been randomly selected for today was Psalm 88.

Do you know what it says in Psalm 88? Everything is going to fall apart. Nothing will turn out well. Life is terrible. We are full of sickness and about to die. It is the only psalm of lament that does not make a positive turn at the end. It leaves us in complete despair. Yes, I know there are those days. The emotions are real. The feelings are mixed. Yet that’s not the message that I want to impart today.

So, I randomly flipped back a few pages and landed on Psalm 66. Come and see what the Lord has done! Come and here what God has done for me. I didn’t need to dig any further. So, what follows is a bit of reflection on this ancient poem and a few very personal reflections on where the psalm may narrate our own lives.

Come and see. Come and hear. Faith always grows by invitation. A Voice summons us. A companion calls to us.  And we are invited to see and hear for ourselves what God has been up to. Admittedly, that’s a slippery invitation. God may be busy, but God is not always obvious. We have to lean in, look around, listen deeply, and pay attention. Even then, the holy work may require a wide view.

What is remarkable about Psalm 66 is how it is shaped by memory. The invitation is here and now, but the evidence is what has been accomplished. “God parted the sea and we walked through on dry land.” Remember that one? Yes, it was three thousand years ago. According to the book of Exodus, it happened. Didn’t happen for us, but for Moses and a multitude of escaping slaves. Yet the psalm calls us to claim that old story for ourselves, then see our own lives through that lens.

So, when has God done that for us? When has God opened a way when there was no way? I have my stories. Maybe you do, too. Some of you have found your way back to church when you had all but given up on church. Some of you have been challenged to step forward to grow when you had gotten stuck. That old crossing-the-Red-Sea story is more than an ancient miracle. It’s a metaphor for how God opens up the new future. You and I have to hang onto that one.

I’ve been here long enough to begin a lot of my stories, “Years ago.” Classic beginning of an old duffer. Years ago, our elders were considering a request for building use. A local A.A. group wanted to start meeting here. It prompted a bit of conversation. Who are they? “Can’t tell.” Can we trust them with a key to the building? “We have a hundred keys to the building, don’t even know who has them.” So forth and so. It was an easy vote, only a couple of folks needed to talk themselves into it.

The A.A. group and other affiliate groups have been meeting here ever since. That might seem like a small scheduling thing, but hundreds of people have found help and healing by those groups. They found a way through the sea. When we redesigned our meeting space in 1994, we designated a room to be adopted by the recovery groups we host. Some of them have outgrown the room. Come and see what God has done.

The psalm says, “Bless the Lord who has kept up among the living and not let our feet slip.” We can claim that verse too, as congregations struggle, church buildings become a burden, and leadership is hard to come by. This congregation is among the living. Our feet can slip at any moment, but we are doing God’s work together. We are blessed to have a congregation where retired ministers come to worship, a church family that welcomes others who don’t feel welcome where they had been, and an outreach to the community that is a model for everybody around.

It’s because this church is strong that I feel confident about retiring next spring. I suppose I could stay and run you into the ground, but there’s no sign that you are slowing down or pulling back. Attendance is good, the offerings are generous, and the activity level is vital. You have a promising future because you are alive and your feet aren’t slipping. Please hear that. I’m going to be 67 in February, so it will be time for me to back off and do other things while I still can. I’m going to be fine – and you are going to keep flourishing. As the psalm says it, “We are among the living; bless the Lord!”

And the psalm speaks of worship, and singing, and paying our offerings, and making our prayers. That is the central work that happens in this room. “Years ago,” (there I go again), the sanctuary was stuffed to the gills; I do remember that. I also remember how a lot of the local companies relocated their employees after they landed here for a few years. The scene is much more stable. As a lot of us have aged together, we have also deepened what we do in worship.

And the music! Always a valued asset here, and a gift from God that attracts people to the church. The first major decision that we made after I arrived was to buy a new hymnal. Other churches talked about piping in a soundtrack or hiring a band they could watch. You said, “No, we make our own music here. Music is how we praise the Lord.” That understanding grew. When the organ died in the late’90’s, you dug deep to rebuild it. We pulled up the old harvest gold carpet and suddenly the songs could resonate. Then the arts series began. That was 25 years or ago, when a Celtic band was looking for a place to play on March 17. Now, this has become a friendly place for the creative arts. Regional choirs, blues bands, and chamber musicians want to play here.

Some of those friends are well-known. Steve Gilmore is a jazz bassist who played on three Grammy Award winning albums. He and his wife joined our congregation and now live in Florida. They tune in when they can and read our sermons online. Donny McCaslin is a Grammy-nominated saxophonist who played here for jazz vespers. He organized the band for David Bowie’s final album. And if you catch me downstairs during coffee hour, I can tell you about the night John Legend brought a gospel choir in our sanctuary. You have welcomed them all and so many others.

In the words of the psalm, “Come and hear what God has done for us.” The poet looks back as a way of engaging the present. Will there be challenges? There are always challenges. Yet if we sense that somehow God is present in the challenges, elusive as that may be, God will lead us through fire and water. That’s the promise, and God will keep it.

There are so many great moments in the photo gallery that we share. Over the next eight months, we will flip through the pages, remember some of the highlights, but perceive that God is always leading us to the place where we can flourish. Like the psalmist says, “You have brought us out to a spacious place.” Spacious, open, a wide landscape.

In 1991, some believed we should move out of the village, build a bigger facility, and provide a lot more parking. After a couple years of discernment, no, we weren’t going to do that – even though we could always use more parking. Rather, the spacious place for us became the tomato fields of Newton Township. Back then, our community had guests who picked vegetables for local farms. A few spoke Creole, most spoke Spanish. Over more than twenty years, we built friendships with these seasonal farm workers. We shared meals and sang Hank Williams songs with them on Sunday nights. It enlarged our hearts. Truly, a spacious place.

That initiative led to other wide-open adventures: mission trips to Appalachia, to Haiti, and to regions ravaged by hurricanes. Some of our folks spun off a new initiative called the Gathering Place, which provides creativity and community education for an otherwise sterile suburban town. That started here. When Met Life imported computer programmers from India for a few years, many of them joined up with us. They had visited other congregations who would not speak with them – but here, they were welcome. They were included. We ordained one young woman as a deacon – all because God had widened our hearts. A spacious place.

These days, we have leaders who are taking seriously the true hunger of our neighbors. In a town like this which has so much, basic needs are often hidden. Yet there are hungry people all around us. Over forty households come to our monthly food pantry. You volunteer and make that possible. We engage in this spacious work because our hearts cracked open by God.

“Come and see what God has done. Come and hear what God has done for us.” We worship an amazing God who desires that we flourish. He calls us to reach out to others. He leads us into open spaces where we can engage with others who will transform our lives. These are the invitations that are always set before us, and I am so proud that you continue to take them up.

We have so much to celebrate over the next eight months, yet we aren’t going to spend that time looking back. Forward is forward, and it’s the only direction there is. Together we will take the time to savor what we have, even as we begin to step into the separate futures that God has for us. For today, it’s enough to bless the Lord for God’s steadfast love. We thank God for all that has been, and for all that will be. And I will see you again next week.

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

Up to Our Necks

Psalm 69 (read it here)
July 26, 2026
Series: Dwelling in the Psalms
William G. Carter

It is a dark text for a sunny day. And it’s in the book. Therefore, it’s fair game. What did Psalm 69 stir up in your soul? Ever feel like you were up to your neck? 

My first encounter with the text took place in a conference room near Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Five of us were there, all clergy. We met once a month for a brown bag lunch to talk about life and church. It was Al’s turn to convene the group. Rather than share an article or discuss an issue, as the rest of us had done, Al said, “Let’s read a psalm.” This is what we read.

Now, I’ll let you in on a company secret. When ministers get together, the temptation is high for some of them to become experts. They say things like, “Well, the last time I preached on this passage, here is the glorious sermon that says everything anybody needs to say.” But nobody spoke up, because nobody had ever touched it.

Maybe, like some of you, I didn’t even know it was in the Bible. Or if I did, I ran past it as fast as I could. It was dark. Heavy. Over my head.

As he led the group, Al waited us out. Then he dropped a simple question in the middle of the circle, “Does any of this resonate with you?” Then he waited a little longer.

George spoke first. “It’s a hard one,” he said. “Definitely not one of my favorites. I suppose we have regular psalms that we return to, and this is not one on my list.” Take note that he didn’t answer the question. So, Al asked again. “Does this resonate with your soul?”

John stepped in. “Technically speaking, it’s a psalm of lament, a personal lament. The psalmist is expressing some discomfort with his situation. It sounds like he is in trouble. Maybe it’s trouble he stirred up, and it’s gotten out of hand. He can’t make it better. And he has made some enemies. We should keep people like that in our prayers.” Take note, again, he didn’t answer the question, either. Al heard the omission, smiled slightly, then waited.

Dave was next, always uncomfortable with silence. “Well, I don’t know what the poor guy’s problems were, but it’s good to keep a psalm like that around when somebody dumps their problems on us. We can tell them, “Here, read Psalm 69. Isn’t this how you’re feeling?”

Al said, “But Dave, do you ever feel like this?” He shook his head, “No, I stay positive. That’s why I never get overwhelmed. I’m perfectly in control.” George looked at him sideways and said, “I think control is your favorite word.” Dave shrugged it off and said, “We haven’t heard from Bill yet.”

They all looked at me, the young guy in the group. I was reluctant to say that psalm had hit me between the eyes. My first church was a tough church. Lots of critics, lot of differences in opinions, many of which rebounded off of me. I tried to start a Bible study, nobody came. We tried to start a youth group, nobody came. Then I walked into a choir rehearsal and heard them criticizing my wife. Did I dare go home and tell her?

As I mulled over my life, Al asked one more time. “Ever feel like you were up to your neck?” I didn’t say anything, just nodded my head. I felt like I was stuck, and I couldn’t fix any of it.

Now, I tell you this to remind you who is in the room. You may be having a good day, a sunny weekend. But that experience is not universal. Within ten feet from where you are sitting, somebody else is having a very different experience. It’s the nature of human life. Some may be OK. Others may be overwhelmed.

People have told me that this is their experience of sermons, too. One may say, “I enjoyed that sermon,” while the next person declares, “Well, I didn’t.” Is this a matter likes and dislikes? Are there varieties of emotional responses? Perhaps. Yet it could also be the work of the Holy Spirit. Sometimes the Holy Spirit connects a Bible text to somebody’s heart and misses others in the same room. It just wasn’t their day.

My hunch is that’s not a Bible problem, and more that a Holy Spirit problem. It can be an “us” problem. We come together from such varied situations. And some people are having a bad day.

A bad day. A bad day… this time through the psalm, I began to remember a pop song. No idea who sang it, so I began to ask Mister Google. Who sang about a bad day? The answer sprang up quickly: Daniel Powter, 2005. What was the name of the song? The title is “Bad Day.” According to Mister Google, it was a smash hit for Mister Powter. He sang:

Cause you had a bad day You're taking one down

You sing a sad song just to turn it around

You say you don't know You tell me don't lie.

You work at a smile, and you go for a ride You had a bad day.[1]

The single went number one. It was a platinum hit in America, Germany. Ireland, and Powter’s homeland Canada. It sold millions of copies and landed on millions of phone ringtones. Advertisers used it for commercials of deodorant and Coca-Cola. Jon Stewart played it when a terrorist was taken out. “You had a bad day.” The video of the song has over 293 million views on YouTube. People may avoid Psalm 69, but apparently a whole lot of them are having bad days. 

But that’s only part of the story. Daniel Powter was called a one hit wonder. Wrote a lot of other songs, but nobody bought them. And he made a lot of money – millions of royalties, in fact, all avoiding the fact he had fallen into serious drug and alcohol abuse. He was up to his neck. He sank deeply into the mud, where there was no foothold. He was in deep water until he got sober in 2010.

It all began with an enemy, a babysitter who damaged him as a young child in British Columbia. “I was ashamed of myself, too afraid to ever tell my parents.” He wrote the song out of years of accumulated pain. And when it hit the big time, there was the additional pain of having to sing that song over and over when he really wanted to move on and sing something else. It was years later when he could say, “I’m bigger than ‘Bad Day’ now.[2]

That’s not to say the bad days are not real. Of course they are. The Psalms remind us that life comes with a lot of trouble. Even our achievements stir up trouble. And our failures, faults, and difficulties can threaten to drag us down. So, the Psalm says it from the first line, “Save me, O God.” It ends the same way, “Let your salvation, O God, protect me.”

How did this poet get into trouble? Can’t say for sure. In the wisdom of Israel, many of the details have been sanded away. Not watered down, but no specifics are given. That is our access point. Here is what we know:

·       The man has enemies. They hate him for no reason. They are out to destroy him.

·       He has become a stranger to his own family. He fears that he will bring shame on those around him.

·       The neighbors are gossiping. The bar flies make up songs about him.

·       His heart is broken. He calls on God to help.

Who could this be? Any one of us, I suppose. In fact, the Bible will go on to say, “This could be Jesus.” Did you catch what the psalm says in verse nine? “It is zeal for your house that has consumed me.” Remember when that verse will come up again? After Jesus rides into the city on a donkey, goes into a corrupted Temple, and chases out the sacrificial animals and those who are selling them for a profit. This is how the Gospel of John remembers that explosive moment: “Zeal for your house consumed me.”[3] Literally, it was eating me up. 

Then did you hear that other line? It’s in verse 22 and reads, “For my thirst they gave me vinegar to drink.” All four Gospels tell us when Jesus was on the cross, the soldiers dipped a sponge in vinegar and lifted it for him to sip from the point of a spear.[4] Some would hear that and say, “The Old Testament is all about Jesus.” (It’s not.) It’s more accurate to say, “Jesus is all about the Old Testament.” For the psalm speaks how the righteous person is insulted, shamed, dishonored to the point of despair, and how he has a broken heart.

And Jesus takes all of that onto himself. Before the cross, on the cross, and to no small extent, after the cross, Jesus is hated without cause, condemned without a crime. Even his name becomes a swear word on the 13^th fairway. He becomes Psalm 69, the Word in flesh.

In the last book he published before the German Nazis shut him down, Dietrich Bonhoeffer offered advice on reading these difficult psalms. If you read a psalm that doesn’t connect with you, try reading it as a prayer that Jesus prayed. For the psalms of Israel comprised his prayer book. Their words and phrases infused his words. And when the New Testament writers wanted to tell the story of Jesus, they drew on the psalms for their vocabulary. They came to believe he was all about the Old Testament.

Here is some of what Bonhoeffer wrote:

It is the Incarnate Son of God, who has borne every human weakness in his own flesh, who here pours out the heart of all humanity before God and stands in our place and prays for us. He has known torment and pain, guilt and death more deeply than us. Therefore, it is the prayer of the human nature assumed by him which comes here before God. It is really our prayer, but since he knows us better than we know ourselves and since he himself was (truly human) for our sakes, it is also really his prayer, and it can become our prayer only because it is his prayer.[5]

This is deep water, indeed. Jesus prays for the same thing we ask, for holy justice. For God to come. For the Holy One to hear the cry of the needy and never abandon his own. This is our continuing reminder that prayer does not always fix a problem. Prayer participates in a relationship. And if a Psalm doesn’t speak for us, it does speak for somebody else. We can pray for them.

There’s one thing more. In the thick of whatever pain we carry, the counterweight is the Gospel of Jesus Christ, crucified and risen. Liam read it to us from Paul’s letter to the Romans at the end of that enormous eighth chapter. Let me wrap things up by putting the words in the air once more:

If God is for us, who is against us?  Who will separate us from the love of Christ? Will affliction or distress or persecution or famine or nakedness or peril or sword? As it is written (in the Psalms), “For your sake we are being killed all day long; we are accounted as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we are more than victorious through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

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[1] See the video online at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gH476CxJxfg

[2] Daniel Prowter, The Canadian Press, August 15, 2012, "Now-sober singer Daniel Powter over his bad days with 'Turn the Lights On'".

[3] John 2:17.

[4] Mark 15:36, Matthew 27:34, Luke 23:35, John 19:28-30.

[5] Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Psalms: The Prayer Book of the Bible (Minneapolis: Augsburg Publishing House, 1970) 20-21.

Something Better Than Exuberance

Psalm 95
Series: Dwelling in the Psalm
July 19, 2026

William G. Carter  

O come, let us sing to the Lord; let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation!
Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving; 

let us make a joyful noise to him with songs of praise!
For the Lord is a great God and a great King above all gods.
In his hand are the depths of the earth; the heights of the mountains are his also.
The sea is his, for he made it, and the dry land, which his hands have formed.

O come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!
For he is our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.

 

O that today you would listen to his voice!
Do not harden your hearts, as at Meribah, as on the day at Massah in the wilderness,
when your ancestors tested me and put me to the proof, though they had seen my work.
For forty years I loathed that generation and said, “They are a people whose hearts go astray,
    and they do not regard my ways.”
Therefore in my anger I swore, “They shall not enter my rest.”

 

I graduated from a school in New Jersey that had high expectations of its graduates. The curriculum required a full course of study – Bible, theology, history, counseling. Before they let you graduate, they required two courses in preaching, even if you had no desire to be a preacher. In addition, they required two courses in public speaking. And if necessary, more. I took three.

Because they told us, “You are going to speak in public, so you need to be prepared.” So, we practiced baptizing noisy kids. We memorized the communion prayer to maximize visual contact. One day we arrived in class to see a large rectangle of masking tape on the floor. “What’s this?” We would practice a graveside funeral service without falling into the hole. They wanted to make sure we were prepared.

But it all got started on the first day of class. The topic was “How to Lead a Call to Worship.” Each of us was given a scrap of paper with a verse or two, then pointed to a podium up front. It was our job to summon our classmates to begin an imaginary worship service. The lessons were invaluable. Enunciate the letters. Sculpt the words. Give appropriate emphasis to the right syllable. This is what we did, one by one, with plenty of feedback.   

It will not surprise you to learn that most of us were given lines from Psalm 95, the text for today. It was titled “the Call to Worship Psalm,” for much of it is ready made to initiate a worship service like this one.

The trick was to speak clearly for those with muffled ears, and to do it with just enough amplification to be heard in the back row, where many Presbyterians sit. We had to pretend the church had a lousy sound system yet arrest the attention of those gathered. The task was to signal something important was about to commence, without overdoing it.

The teacher was ruthless. One classmate from Pittsburgh showed up with a big floppy Bible. That was fine, but he insisted on adding an extra syllable or two to the Lord’s name: “Ja-ee-ee-zus.” The prof said, “Do it again.” When it was my turn, he shook his head to say, “Mister Carter, is your mouth full of cotton? Enlarge those consonants. Try it again.”

Then it was Margaret’s turn. She was short, slight, a little shy. But when she spoke, the lion roared. “That’s it!” he cried, which surprised everyone but Margaret. Margaret, by the way, enlisted as a Navy chaplain and rose to the position of Rear Admiral. She now serves as chaplain of the House of Representatives. Her third day of work was the January 6 insurrection, where she prayed for the congress and led them to safety. “I know how to get people’s attention,” she said. “That combat experience came in handy.”

What does it take for a good call to worship, anyway? We were taught to never begin with, “Hello, how are you doing?” Not that, but to aim higher, “This is the day the Lord has made.” We summon the people to worship.  And it is aimed at including all the people. The psalmist does not say, “Come, let me sing,” nor does he write, “Let me make a joyful noise.” It is “Let us worship,” or “Let us sing.” We are in this task of worshiping together. It is the leader’s job to lead.

The leader needs to grab people’s attention, inviting them to lay aside the grocery list they are making in the margin of the worship bulletin, to call them from their solitude or their conversations to connect with the community of saints around. For God is worthy. God is great. God raised the mountain up high. God scooped out the depths of the valleys.

A good call to worship is a call to look beyond ourselves, to look toward the Creator in praise and gratitude. We speak with exuberance! We stand with energy and enthusiasm, as if something important is at stake. Back at my school, this is what our speech teachers wanted us to know.

“For the Lord is our God, and we are the people of his pasture and the sheep of his hand.” Are we clear about this? So far, so good. That is how the psalm begins … but that is not where it remains. 

Maybe it’s all that mention of sheep that moves the psalm somewhere else. “Oh,” says the Psalmist. “Oh, if only you would listen to God’s voice.” I don’t know what you know about sheep. They don’t listen very well. They aren’t very bright, either. It is a blessed affirmation to be part of God’s flock. But scripture is full of stories about sheep that wander away. They don’t pay attention to where they are or what danger lies at hand. Sheep tend to be motivated by their stomachs. They nibble themselves lost.

So, the one thing required of the sheep is to listen to the shepherd’s voice. It is one thing to get their attention. It is another thing for the flock to pay attention.

Fred Craddock was one of my teachers. He grew up on a farm in west Tennessee. “It was a dairy farm,” he said. They had a herd of one cow. It was a brown and white Guernsey cow, up in years, but still producing milk. When Fred sensed God was calling him to be a preacher, he decided he needed to practice. So, he went out to the field, found the cow, and started reciting Bible verses. There was nothing harder than getting the cow to stop munching on the timothy grass and look at him. It was good practice for a future preacher, he said. “And if the cow could pause and raise its head, I felt like I was getting somewhere.”

“Oh, that you would listen to God’s voice!” says the psalm. The poet leans back into Israel’s memory. He remembers a moment when nobody was listening. Actually, he remembers two moments and combines them together. Not long after God brought Israel out of slavery, the sheep of God’s hand started grumbling about water. “We don’t have any water. Why did God bring us out of Egypt and not provide any water? Back in Egypt we had the Nile River. All we have out in the desert is sand.” They grumbled. They complained. They needed somebody to blame.

And God said, “OK, I hear it. I will tell Moses what to do: strike that big rock over there, and there will be streams in the desert.” Moses took his big stick, whacked the rock, and the water came gushing out. God told him what to do, he did it, and the people filled their canteens. That’s the 17^th chapter of Exodus. And to mark the moment, he gave the place two names, “Massah” (which means “test”) and “Meribah” (which means “quarrel”).[1] Psalm 95 remembers that.

But it also remembers a time forty years after that moment, when Israel was still in the desert. The people were grumbling again, quarreling again. “We don’t have any water. Is God with us or not?” It was further evidence that the sheep of God’s hand hang on to the same old complaints. Rather than trust, they grumble, they quarrel, they put God to the test. Massah and Meribah, redux.

This time, it’s Moses who gets angry. He says, “Lord, what am I going to do with these people?” And God says, “We’ve been here before. Different location, same issue. So, get up, take your walking stick, and gather the people in front of that big rock over. This time, speak to it. Preach to it. Water will gush out of the rock.”

So, Moses got up, took his walking stick, gathered the people by the rock. He complained to the sheep of God’s hand. But he didn’t talk to the rock, as he was told. He hit the rock with his stick. Then he hit it again. And the water gushed out. The people scrambled to fill up their canteens. And while they were busy, God said to Moses, “You did not listen to me. You have just cooked your own goose. Because of your disobedience, you will not enter the Promised Land. You did not listen.”[2]

Remember what the psalm says? O, that today you would listen to the voice of God!  You see, it’s one thing to call the people to worship. It’s another thing for them to listen to the One they have come to worship. That’s really the heart of it all. That’s why, for three thousand years, Jews and Christians put the reading and interpretation of scripture at the heart of their worship service.

Worship is more than a “celebration,” which is how it is being marketed in some places. “Come to our worship celebration.” It’s about more than cranking up the crowd, or energizing the audience, or telling a good joke as if that is the only reason we are here. Worship calls us to listen. God wishes to offer us wisdom. God calls us to hear what he says. God calls us away from all the superficial substitutes and empty idolatries to receive teaching of deep substance. The message is more than we digest in one appearance, so we keep coming back, and bit by bit we are fed.

It is easy to stop listening. Listening is hard work. Receiving wisdom requires maturity. Understanding God’s ways requires practicing God’s ways. Sometimes, the sheep of God’s hand are still grumbling about the same things they grumbled about forty years ago.

Thirty-six years ago, I rolled into town. People were grumbling, “Sundays aren’t sacred anymore. Kids’ sports are killing off Sunday School. The stores are all open. The restaurants are running brunch specials. People have traded the Sabbath for something called ‘the weekend.’ Everybody wants leisure, but nobody understands true rest.” Guess what. Massah and Meribah, once again, in another kind of spiritual desert. Nearly forty years later, has nothing changed?

But we could change. We could be called to worship, and then we could come and listen. We could decide there is something more important than ceaseless activity and the emptiness of entertainment. There are so many gifts God provides for us: wisdom, instruction, peace, companionship, a clarity between right and wrong, forgiveness, and communion – to name just a few.

But we cannot receive the gifts of God if we grumble rather than listen. We cannot be refreshed if we move so fast that we pass by the springs of Living Water.

So, this old psalm calls us to join together, to be refreshed in our singing, our thanksgiving, and our joyful noise. And then, in our exuberance, if we listen, really listen, we might receive something that makes all the difference in our lives.

 

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

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[1] Exodus 17:5-7.

[2] Numbers 20:1-13.

Praying for Right When Everything is Wrong

Psalm 94
July 12, 2026
Series: Dwelling in the Psalms

William G. Carter  

O Lord, you God of vengeance, you God of vengeance, shine forth!
² Rise up, O judge of the earth; give to the proud what they deserve!
³ O Lord, how long shall the wicked, how long shall the wicked exult?

⁴ They pour out their arrogant words; all the evildoers boast.
⁵ They crush your people, O Lord, and afflict your heritage.
⁶ They kill the widow and the stranger; they murder the orphan,
⁷ and they say, “The Lord does not see; the God of Jacob does not perceive.”

⁸ Understand, O dullest of the people; fools, when will you be wise?
⁹ He who planted the ear, does he not hear? He who formed the eye, does he not see?
¹⁰ He who disciplines the nations, he who teaches knowledge to humankind,
    does he not chastise?
¹¹ The Lord knows our thoughts, that they are but an empty breath.

¹² Happy are those whom you discipline, O Lord, and whom you teach out of your law,
¹³ giving them respite from days of trouble, until a pit is dug for the wicked.
¹⁴ For the Lord will not forsake his people; he will not abandon his heritage;
¹⁵ for justice will return to the righteous, and all the upright in heart will follow it.

¹⁶ Who rises up for me against the wicked? Who stands up for me against evildoers?
¹⁷ If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.
¹⁸ When I thought, “My foot is slipping,” your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up.
¹⁹ When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.
²⁰ Can wicked rulers be allied with you, those who contrive mischief by statute?
²¹ They band together against the life of the righteous and condemn the innocent to death.
²² But the Lord has become my stronghold and my God the rock of my refuge.
²³ He will repay them for their iniquity and wipe them out for their wickedness;
    the Lord our God will wipe them out.

 

We don’t have to dwell too long in the psalms before we discover a lot of pain in these pages.

For some, this is a turn-off. Given their druthers, they prefer happy psalms: “The Lord is my shepherd,” Psalm 23. “Enter God’s gates with thanksgiving,” Psalm 100. “My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth,” Psalm 121. These are psalms that begin well and stay that way. No variation. No twists in plot. Life continues in a straight line, or so we want to believe. 

In the book of Psalms, we quickly discover what we already know: there is more to life than happiness. It’s there in the beloved Psalm 23, “Though I travel through the valley of the shadow of death.”  “You prepare a table in the presence of my enemies.” That’s in that favorite psalm, too. And it’s all over the psalm we hear today.

In a few minutes, we baptize another little child. We promise to raise him within the church. We teach him the Bible. Do we really want him to learn what the Bible actually says? According to Psalm 94, it’s OK to complain. Do his parents want him to learn that? Or will he come by it naturally? Because most of us do. All of us learn early there is a difference between the way we are told the world should be and the way it really is. The singer of Psalm 94 stands in that gap.

There are people out in the world who harm others. There are folks who are arrogant and mouthy; to make matters worse, they live and work at the top of the heap. If that’s not bad enough, not only is the world full of corrupt individuals, but entire nations can go off the rails. I guess the poet who prays these words lives in the same world as the rest of us.

Task number one is saying so. We can refuse to deny what’s really going on. Sometimes our prayers need to begin with honesty.

I was talking with one of my close relatives recently. She lives comfortably in a southern state, has a nice house, and enjoys a lot of leisure time. Lately she’s been working on her tan. The conversation moved from family news to the weather, and then to current events. I stepped in to say, “Hey, did you see on the news about that thing that…” and she shut me down. She said rather abruptly, “I don’t watch the news. It’s too depressing.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. She answered, “The world is a terrible place. If I watch TV in the evening, I watch the game shows.”

“Well, don’t you think it’s important to keep up with what’s going on?” “Nope,” she said, “for a while I watched one of the few channels that I agree with, but even that got ugly.”

I understood her feelings. One of the difficulties of adult life is accepting imperfections and wrestling with disconnections. “Well, that’s what you think,” she said. “I prefer to watch Jeopardy. In Jeopardy, there is always a right answer. If I hit the wrong button on my TV remote and accidentally click on the news, first thing I see is somebody is getting it wrong.”

“Of course they do,” I replied. “All of us get it wrong. Can’t we make this a matter of prayer?” She said, “Excuse me, it’s time for the Daily Double.” Nice work if you can get it.

As for the rest of us, we have Psalm 94. Do you know what prompts Psalm 94? Psalm 93 – that’s the one we had last week. Remember the theme of the day? “The Lord is king.” The Lord God of Israel rules over everybody. The Lord is sovereign over everything. According to Dr. James Luther Mays, who taught the Old Testament at Union Presbyterian Seminary in Richmond, that is the gravitational theme of the entire collection of Israel’s psalms. God rules. Psalm 93.

And then, we turn the page. Psalm 94 asks, “If God is king, what is he going to do with all this mess?” Good question. Again, it is a matter of prayer. If this is God’s world, the world is also God’s responsibility. And the psalm writer knows it.  That’s how the psalm begins – with a cry for holy vengeance. Not revenge as we know it, but as a divine correction. As a twisting back into shape whatever has been twisted out of shape.  

The evidence sounds grim. The powerful commit crimes – and they get away with them. Then they brag about it. It’s hard for good Presbyterians to imagine such villainy and scum, but there it is. The poet says, “God, take a good look at your people – they are precious, but they are being exploited. And they will rub out anybody – or shoot rubber bullets at anybody – who get in their way.

The assumption is that God isn’t paying attention. That is license for villains to do whatever they want. They believe they are not accountable to anybody, especially to the God they cannot see. And it all creates a lot of damage. The Bible won’t let us live in a bubble. It names the real pain.

When my Grandma Carter was still alive, I called up to see if I could visit. “Sure, you can.” Can I take you out for dinner? “Why that would be fabulous,” she said. “I’d like to go to Long John Silver’s.” That wasn’t on my list, but hey, it’s your grandmother. So, after I got there after a five-hour drive, I knocked on the door, said hello, and walked in.

She wasn’t ready. Her coat was on. The purse was in her lap. But she wasn’t moving from her recliner. “Have a seat, boy, and watch this with me.” She was glued to the TV. What was it? The Nashville Network, again, not on my regular list, but it’s my grandmother. “What is the show?” I asked. It was a country music video, a song by Martina McBride called, “Independence Day.”

It’s sung by an eight-year-old girl. Word around town was her father was a dangerous man. Her mama was proud and stood her ground. But everybody looked the other way. One Fourth of July, Mama has had enough. She would not endure any more nights in danger. To save her daughter, she will engage in an act of desperate justice. And now, the young girl, living in a foster home, sings out,    

Let freedom ring, let the white dove sing
Let the whole world know that today is a day of reckoning.
Let the weak be strong, let the right be wrong
Roll the stone away, let the guilty pay. It's Independence Day.[1]

I have long forgotten what I bought Grandma for dinner that night. But I will never forget what she said as I helped her out to the car. “These things should never be happening,” she said. What things, Grandma? “All of them.” It was a cry right out of Psalm 94. 

The psalm cries out for justice, for God to make things right. Six times, he describes those most to blame. He calls them “the wicked.” When was the last time you used that word?

We have heard stories about “wicked witches” of east and west, but these days “wicked” has lost its moral edge. Two skateboarders were comparing a jump and called it “wicked.” That had a sharper edge than calling it “extreme.” A NASCAR announcer said the track had a “wicked” turn. That meant it had a “nasty” turn – but the track designer probably didn’t mean to be cruel, only challenging.

By contrast, the Hebrew word for wickedness has to do with intentional evil. It has to do with harming human life. Three general victims are identified: the widow, the stranger, and the orphan. In that time, widows and orphans had no financial support. They had no safety net to catch them. And the stranger? That’s shorthand for anybody from another place who was not welcomed by the powers that be. Harming such people, all of them vulnerable, was evidence of wickedness.

Why do people act this way? The psalmist asks for all of us. God has taught us the commandments, but they are ignored. God has disciplined the nations, but the arrogant do not believe it has anything to do with them. In fact, some of them, the rulers, as they are called, are “conspiring together.” And what does the psalmist say that they do? They pass laws to reinforce their abuse of the weak and vulnerable. As he puts it, “They contrive mischief by statute.” Hmm. Imagine that.

So, here is what the psalms are all about. Moral instruction – and prayer. These are ancient verses, but they distinguish between right and wrong. They offer a marker on behavior. They hold up a mirror to intent. Perhaps we can avoid such issues, but every so often they end up as answers in the Daily Double. God sees perfectly. God hears completely. It is the fools who aren’t paying attention. Rest assured, God is paying attention to them.

That leads us to prayer. The poet has been around the block a few times. He knows the stunts that people pull on one another. He also has had moments of consolation and clarity – clarity that God knows us, that God does rule over all of this human nonsense – and consolation that God will do something about it.

How long? He asks again, “How long?” Eternally speaking, not long, but not soon enough. And that’s why we keep praying.

That’s Psalm 94. Next week, it’s Psalm 95, a far more pleasant text. But not completely. See you then.  

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

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[1] See the video online at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zbv5iJEDzN8.

No Kings But the King

Psalm 93
July 5, 2026
Series: Dwelling with the Psalms
William G. Carter

The Lord is king; he is robed in majesty;
The Lord is robed; he is girded with strength.
He has established the world; it shall never be moved;
your throne is established from of old; you are from everlasting.
The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice;
the floods lift up their roaring.
More majestic than the thunders of mighty waters,
more majestic than the waves of the sea, majestic on high is the Lord!
Your decrees are very sure;
holiness befits your house, O Lord, forevermore.

We are spending a season by dwelling with the Psalms. We will listen to them, pray them, study them. And the first thing we discover is a central theme of those ancient prayers: God alone is king.

This is Israel’s profession of faith. There is only one God. Any other contender is a counterfeit. A fake. A pale imitation of the real thing. Only God is God; God rules over all.

Israel swore by this declaration as truth. Yet biblically speaking, it did not come quickly. In the days when the prophet Samuel was God’s appointed press agent, the people looked around the global neighborhood and said, “Hey, we want a king.” Samuel answered, “You don’t want a king.”

• The people said, “Everybody else has a king. Why can’t we have a king?” The prophet said, “God is your king!”
• The people said, “But give us a king that we can see and hear.” Samuel said, “Let me tell you about kings. They take your children and conscript them as soldiers.”
• The people said, “Every king needs an army. That’s why we want a king.” “Then the king will put some of them in forced labor while he rides around in a golden chariot.” A small price to pay, if you have a king.
• Samuel added, “The king will make some of your kids work as royal beauticians and cooks, then hand them off to be exploited.” Yes, but what an honor if they are working for the king!
• “But you don’t want a king. Kings steal your best farmland. They steal your best vineyards. They tax you to support their own vanity projects.” So, what? If we had a king, we would be great, just like everybody else.

To quote the eighth chapter of 1 Samuel, “A king will lead you into battle. And if you don’t have a battle, a king will invent a new battle. And you will cry in desperation. You have God; you don’t need a king.” But the people argued, “No! We want a king. Then we will be just like all the other nations.”

Samuel looked to God. God shrugged. So then, not for the first time, not for the last time, God gave the people room to make their own mistakes. Their first king was Saul. He was tall, good looking, and emotionally unstable. The pressure of the job can make you crazy, you know.

Saul was replaced by David, a young shepherd boy who took the job before Saul was done with it. Everybody loved David. David did a lot of good things. Not so tall, but exceedingly good looking. The women loved David. He played the guitar. But you know those musicians. He fooled around and fell in love.

That was before one of his own sons wanted to kill him. It went downhill from there. Samuel was right. You don’t want a king. The government of God’s people came unraveled with one bad king after another. Is it any wonder that if you put one imperfect person after another in high leadership, they will stumble and fall? Every single one. Some are worse than others.

And yet, behind them, above them, is the One Real King, the Lord of All. This is Israel’s statement of faith. The Lord is King, the Lord Alone. God’s way gives life to all. There is no other way. So, how do we live under the dominion of God when every nation has imperfect leadership at the top? This has been the long-standing human struggle as long as there have been nations.

Yesterday, we celebrated the birthday of our national experiment in democracy. The rainstorms did not wash away all the celebrations. I kept the day as I have often done so in the past: revisited a few speeches by well-spoken patriots, watched a couple of hours of Ken Burns’ film on the American Revolution, and then to top it off, listened to my two-volume recording of forty-one marches by John Philip Sousa. (It’s a British recording, which gives me a certain perverse pleasure.)  

Then I sat with a cup of coffee and remembered a moment from 1988. Muhlenberg College sponsored a visit by Dr. Martin Marty, the eminent church historian of the University of Chicago. The event was the bicentennial, not of the nation, but of the ratification of the United States Constitution. Dr. Marty, a serious Lutheran, pointed out how the Presbyterians affected the formation of that founding document.

It seems, long before James Madison drafted the Constitution, he had fallen under the spell of one of his college professors. A native of Virginia, Madison did not attend the College of William and Mary like many of his peers. He graduated in 1771 from the College of New Jersey, now called Princeton. His professor was the Rev. John Witherspoon, a Presbyterian minister, who would become the only clergy to sign the Declaration of Independence.   

Witherspoon taught him two lessons. First, if the Lord alone is the King, the rest of us are fallible. And second, any truthful government will build in a series of checks and balances to keep us accountable to one another. In his Federalist Paper #51, Madison believed checks and balances are the essential mechanism for preserving liberty. They ensure three essential practices: the prevention of tyranny, the harness of human nature, and the protection of the minority.[1] Power flows up from the people below, not down from a single individual above.

And where did Witherspoon gain this wisdom? From the honesty of the scriptures and an observation of what people are really like – two complimentary documents, by the way. One year later, in 1789, the Rev. John Witherspoon served as the convening moderator of the first General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America.[2] The government he inspired for the nation resembles the government he helped to establish for the Presbyterian Church: a representative democracy where power is shared, every voice is respected, and nobody gets their way all the time. Built within church and nation are the mechanics for continuing improvement, should they be pursued.

And above it all, the Lord is King. Psalm 93 amplifies the truth of it. The forceful rainstorms of the past few days – did any of you make it rain? Of course not. As we walk through our lawns to pick up the fallen branches, is there anyone stronger than the thunderstorms? Yes, there is, and that is the One we worship today. Is there true beauty, even holiness, breaking into our world? Indeed, and we honor the Source of it. Is there anyone who is permanent, anyone who will outlive all the monkey business of the earthly leaders? Yes, the Lord God is eternal. God came before us; God will outlive us. This knowledge is enough to teach us to live with honesty, restraint, and a pursuit of what is best for the largest group of God’s people and creatures.  

250 years is but a blink of God’s Eternal Eye. It’s a long time for us, but just a small snapshot of God’s ongoing story. So, it’s enough for us to pause, reflect, and give thanks. We baptize a little boy named after Israel’s very first prophet. We break Christ’s bread for all and drink the wine of forgiveness. We begin again, and we pray that the Sovereign and Holy God would work among us to heal this land – and every land.

More on that next week, as we pray Psalm 94. For now, let us affirm that God rules over all.  

(c) William G. Carter. All rights reserved.

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[1] See https://billofrightsinstitute.org/primary-sources/federalist-no-51/

[2] https://www.douglasdouma.com/2021/08/09/john-witherspoon-and-the-connecting-of-american-presbyterians/