Sunday Psalms;

A psalm of David.

I pray to you, 

Lord! 

Please listen when I pray and hurry to help me.

Think of my prayer as sweet-smelling incense, and think of my lifted hands as an evening sacrifice.

Psalms 141:1-2 CEV

David pictures this prayer, this song, as incense rising to heaven, pictures his posture as something from the temple.

How do we, how do I see my prayers?

Does it help to imagine them as having an aroma, a shape, a colour, a taste?

David is not in the temple, but sees himself there in his imagination, and asks God to see his hands raised as the equivalent. 

When I pray, what do I want our God, to see?

And then there's the urgency of his prayer, the immediacy of his request - feels bold, the prayer of someone who knows well who he is praying to.

He prays to Yahweh, the Eternal, the self-existant, Always, Forever, and is cheeky enough to ask HIM to hurry, to answer, and as he does that, pictures his prayer, his song, his psalm, as sweet-smelling incense, his raised hands as an evening sacrifice, so it's not cheek or insolence, it's familiarity, relationship.

Perhaps that's the invitation of this song for us, towards the kind of relationship David had with Yahweh, knowing who He is, and being close...

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