I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
more than those who watch for the morning,
more than those who watch for the morning.
What are you waiting for? What are you hoping for?
For healing, for love, for a sense of safety, for justice, for good news, for relief from worry, for the return of a loved one, for the mending of a broken heart or relationship? Maybe even for hope itself?
This Psalm was likely sung by pilgrims ascending up the hill to the site of Jerusalem and the Temple. I imagine us all, in our own ways, with our own hopes, walking up that hill in the darkness, coming together just before daybreak, joining those who have already been waiting there all night, and turning to face east in anticipation. Can you imagine all of us, our church, gathered on the Holy Hill of Jerusalem, waiting for the sunrise? Waiting because we believe the sun must, as it always does, rise again and fill the dark sky? Waiting because we believe that God has a sign of hope for each of us? Can't you just see each of us there, hoping to see something different, something personal, in that newborn sun? Can you imagine us holding our breath together, as we perceive the first hint of light? Can you imagine us singing this song together? I am so grateful that, even though we can't know what each of us is waiting for, we can know that we are waiting – and often singing – together.
We are all waiting as one body, composed of many bodies, for the life-giving Word God has for us.
More than those who watch for the morning, more than those who watch for the morning.
Prayer: O God we wait for you, more than those who watch for the morning, thank you for giving us each other to wait with.