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Psalm 29 "All Cry Glory!"
Scott Hoezee


Thunderstorms. A scant week after seeing the devastation in Florida from nature's largest storm, a hurricane, it may seem odd this evening to consider a psalm that is basically a celebration of thunderstorms. Having seen on the news all those people who weep for their lost loved ones and who gasp and cry over their devastated property, we may find it difficult just now to see such storms and then respond by crying "Glory!" as verse 9 suggests. Clearly we will need to do some thoughtful separations in our thinking tonight, differentiating between a proper reverence for the power of God in his creation and an equally proper sadness when we see that awesome power slip out of place.

We'll get to all that in a few minutes, but first let's review what we thought about one other time some years ago about the nature of these incredible meteorological phenomena. Even as we sit here tonight, right this moment there are likely upwards of 2,000 thunderstorms going on across the earth. On average each day 45,000 such storms occur. They are among the most powerful forces we know. In the simplest sense, but also in perhaps the most boring sense, a thunderstorm is little more than an atmosphere stabilizer. Acting like a giant heat machine, a thunderstorm forms when there is a lot of cold air sitting on top of a lot of warm air. In order to re-balance the atmosphere, a thunderstorm pumps the warm air upward and the cold air downward until the atmosphere evens out. Once that happens, the thunderstorm has achieved its stabilizing purpose and it dies out. In that sense thunderstorms exist only to destroy themselves.

But along the way these storms can and do produce some of this planet's most stunning marvels because that shifting around of cold and warm air can produce incredible winds. Here and there an outflow produces a microburst that can puff down toward the ground at 100 mph--we've all seen those grim pictures of what such wind shear can do to airplanes. In addition to wind, thunderstorms also produce rain and even ice. The storm's strong currents can supercool water particles to well below freezing, and if enough of this ice builds up, it falls to the ground as hail--though usually no larger than pebbles, some strong storms have produced so much ice that it falls in chunks as large as a grapefruit.But there's more: the forces within thunderstorm clouds are so great that particles of energy smash into one another with enough wallop to exchange electrical charges. So some particles get stripped of electrons while others add electrons, thus producing both positively charged particles and negatively charged particles. Typically the positive particles zoom to the top of the cloud and the negative ones sink to the bottom, creating a high-voltage chasm that equalizes itself through a fiery flash of lightning. Lasting only 30 microseconds, a bolt of lightning peaks out at 1,000,000,000,000 watts (one trillion) with a surface temperature of 20,000 degrees centigrade: that is three times hotter than the surface of the sun!

As I said a moment ago, Psalm 29 is an ode to a thunderstorm. But this poem is not just that--the real aim of this Psalm is not to wow us with the kinds of facts I just gave you. No, the primary aim here is to move through the storm to the Lord of the storm, to the King of Creation, to the one, only true, sovereign God: Yahweh. As such, Psalm 29, for all its lyrical and poetic beauty, is actually a fairly feisty piece of polemic or argumentation.

This psalm throws down the gauntlet of challenge to some of the other religions of the Ancient Near East--religions that claimed that the forces of nature are gods and goddesses in their own right. Psalm 29 reveals the falseness of those idolatrous claims by saying that the God of Israel is the One who creates all those wonders. More, he's the one who is greater than them all. So in a way you could read this psalm as a rebuke to those who worshiped the creation instead of the Creator.

As such, Psalm 29 walks a fine line. This is the only Old Testament text that so extensively identifies God directly with what people today might call "natural phenomena." The thunder simply is the voice of God, the lightning just is the strike of God's voice, the wind is the effective speech of God that is so stunning, it twists even the mightiest of oaks the way a child might mold Playdoh. This is indeed the treading of a fine line seeing as the Bible is always very careful to distinguish God the Creator from his creation.

But despite its close identification of God with the manifestations of a thunderstorm, Psalm 29 never crosses or blurs the boundary line between Creator and creation. Yahweh can be seen in, through, and by the thunderstorm, but he's never just the same thing as the storm. The thunder, lightning, wind, and the very power of the storm are the effective presence of Yahweh in the same way that my voice through the loudspeakers here reveals my presence among you. But I am not just the same thing as the sound from the speaker. So also God is manifest in the storm without being the same thing as the storm.

Because in the end Yahweh is seen as seated in glory on his throne above it all. Though something of his glory and strength can be seen in the storm, all of that is at best but the faintest of hints as to his true grandeur. It is almost as though the psalmist points to the magnificence of the storm and then says, "If you think that's something, you ought to consider the God who doesn't even break a sweat in producing such wonders!!"

To keep the ultimate focus on God, this psalm begins and ends with pairs of verses that direct us to think about Yahweh. Verses 1 and 2 open the psalm with a call to render Yahweh alone glory. Then in conclusion verses 10 and 11 redirect us to the heavenly court of Yahweh, where he rules as the supreme King. In a way, Psalm 29 bears some resemblance to the passage we looked at this morning in Revelation 5. The psalmist also is pulling back the curtain on reality to show us God, high and lifted up in glory. The problem most people have is they fail to see this God.

And so the middle portion of this psalm, verses 3-9, serves as a kind of illustration. Verse 2 ends with a call to worship Yahweh "in the splendor of his holiness." That sounds kind of abstract. What exactly is "the splendor of holiness"? Holiness seems to be an invisible quality. You can no more "see" holiness than you can see kindness. You can't see kindness the same way that you can see blonde hair or a tree. Kindness needs to be embodied by someone for you to see it.

So if I tell you to praise Leanne for the splendor of her kindness, you may respond, "What do you mean? What kindness?" And true enough, just looking at a picture of Leanne won't reveal kindness to you. So perhaps I would then say, "Well, look over there, for instance. Do you see how Leanne plays so tenderly with those homeless children? That's just one example of what she's like all the time. She's got kindness all sewn up, and so she deserves to be respected for the splendor of her kindness. That's what I mean." Some things need to be illustrated, lived out in concrete ways, if they are to be seen at all.

So also in Psalm 29: the psalmist says that an example of God's splendid holiness is a thunderstorm. It's not the only example, but it is one example that can be seen and appreciated. It's a window through which to glimpse the one true, almighty God of Israel. So the psalmist takes us to the edge of the ocean as a storm approaches. Many of us know this kind of experience. Sound travels exceedingly well over open bodies of water. And so even on a clear day at a Lake Michigan beach you may suddenly hear a distant rumble. Soon it gets closer, and as you look out from Michigan toward Wisconsin, the horizon gets dark.

Often it is astonishing how quickly the conditions can change. A chill wind kicks up as the thunderstorm begins its pumping effort to move the warm surface air up and the colder air down. Then flashes of lightning become visible, the thunder gets louder. The waves kick up and start to wash over the pier. Hail begins to bounce off the beach like popcorn. Trees may fall, lightning may split the taller trees unlucky enough to become the equalizing point for the storm's electrical currents. And if you've ever been dangerously close to a lightning strike, then you know that Psalm 29's description of the ground shaking is no exaggeration. A trillion watts cannot discharge at 20,000 degrees without the surrounding air and ground rocking and reeling in response!

It's an awesome, often even a frightening, spectacle. But the real punch of this middle portion of Psalm 29 is not the tumultuous waves, the high-voltage lightning strikes, or the split oaks. More powerful than all of that is the conclusion of verse 9 when all who are in Yahweh's temple cry, "Glory!" It is an amazing feat of faith to be able to see a display like this one but even so not be distracted from the Creator God whose glory the storm reveals. The response of this psalmist to this powerful storm is not, "Wow!" or "Awesome!" or "Cool!" or even "Yikes! Let's take shelter!" No, the response of the faithful is simply, "Glory to God in the highest! A sliver of God's nature just got paraded before our eyes!"

In verse 11 we are told that Yahweh gives strength to his people and this, then, leads to peace. A psalm that shook the foundations of the earth, a psalm that rattled the panes of our stained glass windows, a psalm that split oaks and caused us to plug our ears and cover our eyes from the noise and brightness of it all--this very psalm ends in peace. But this is not just the calm after the storm. This is not a depiction of that moment when suddenly the sun peeks back out, and the only sound you can hear is the dripping of water from leaves.

No, the last Hebrew word of Psalm 29 is shalom. This is not "peace and quiet" but rather the peace that passes all understanding. This is the inner peace you get when you know that all is right with the world. This is the kind of peace that descends on your soul after a beautiful evening out with your family to celebrate a 50th anniversary--a peace that produces a deep sigh of satisfaction as you reflect on how much you love your children and grandchildren, how much they, blessedly enough, love you, and so how good it is to be alive in this particular moment. That's shalom. That's the sense that all is well.

Shalom is the sense that things are as they ought to be. In this case, it's the sense that things between you and the Almighty One of the cosmos are all right. And how do you get this peace, this sense that everything is in plumb and in proper alignment? You get it, verse 11 says, because Yahweh gives strength to his people. And after all that we've seen in this psalm, that little line ought to deliver quite a few gigawatts of juice to your soul!

Because in this psalm the strength of God is what we've seen laying waste to forests, boiling up oceans, cracking the air with sound, frying the atmosphere with heat hotter than even the sun itself. And this, this is what gets hard-wired into your soul! It's a wonder we don't disintegrate like a lightning-struck oak! Forget about Air Jordan or the Energizer bunny! We've got God's Holy Spirit connecting us to the Creator himself. It's like plugging your child's battery-operated toy train directly into a Consumers Energy substation.

It's a wonder we're not fried! But that was the fundamental mystery of Israel's existence in the Old Testament: God dwelled in the midst of her and yet she was not consumed. It's the mystery of the burning bush as Moses first saw it: the bush burned and burned and burned but never burned up! And so for us: the Holy Spirit of God himself glows within our hearts and yet we are not destroyed. The thunderstorm tells us that God's got vastly enough energy to wipe us off the face of the map if he wants to. Like moths that get too close to the flames of a bonfire, so we could easily just evaporate. But that doesn't happen. The God who roars and wheels his way through the thunderstorm uses his majestic power not to wipe us out but tenderly to give us shalom.

But what about what I said at the outset tonight? What about those times when, as a matter of fact, a storm does wipe someone out? What about Florida, those killed in the storm, those communities reduced to so much kindling wood? Is that God's wrath? Should we look for some theological explanation, trying to link up every such storm with a direct punishment of God for this or that sin? Here we enter a realm fraught with mystery and pain, and it is for just that reason that we need to be wary and cautious. The Bible tells us that God can use so-called "natural" disasters as instruments of his will but that same Scripture tells us also that it is not always so. Hence, those of us who cannot even begin to see the ins and outs of the larger world should just be silent about interpreting such matters. Storms may be grand spectacles, but in a fallen world they are also dealers of destruction. We are right to mourn that, and we have to assume that God does, too, much of the time.

Similarly, the division of our cells is a miracle. Mitosis and all the intricate details of cellular biology we learned in high school is a daily wonder that keeps us alive. Every moment our cells reproduce themselves complete with replicating each person's individual DNA sequence--an encoded series of chemicals so huge that a single person's genome pattern could fill twenty-two sets of the Encyclopedia Brittanica! And yet your body and my body keeps xeroxing that mind-numbingly long code every time it produces a new cell in every follicle of your hair, in every drop of saliva in your mouth.

But then, there is cancer, too. The glorious replicating of our cells that keeps us alive can go haywire and before long a tumor grows that begins to suck the life out of the rest of your body. We mourn that even as we assume God does. That is too often the way of things in a fallen creation. But cancer ought not prevent us from marveling over, and giving God the glory for, the normal reproduction of cells in a developing fetus or within our bodies right now. And so also the tragic fallouts of storms should not prevent us from appreciating the almighty power and divine grandeur that the eyes of faith can detect in these wonders. Because it is when we can see our God everywhere throughout creation that we inch that much closer to the shalom, the peace, that will attend all of us when God is all in all in the new heaven and the new earth.

We have the blessing of peace because we know that what God wants more than anything is to use his power in the service of our salvation. How well we Christians know that, too. Whenever we see again that spectacle of God's Son hanging limp on the cross, we see God's power in the service of securing our peace.

"He could have called 10,000 angels," the old hymn says of Jesus. Indeed! Anybody who in all of 30 microseconds can sizzle a trillion watts at a temperature three times that of the sun need not have let some Roman thugs spike nails through his hands and feet. But in order to channel his perfect power into our hearts, God put his power in service of our resurrection from the dead. He let his power drain out of Jesus so that at Pentecost the very power of God that leads to shalom could get funneled into us. In commenting on this psalm, James Mays noted that human beings seem to have an innate need for doxological experience. We want to be invaded by the presence of the powerful and to then express our joy at the spectacle. We pine for such outlets for praise and doxology.

We need to worship something. Psalm 29, like the rest of Scripture, suggests that we look to the grandeur of creation for our first, primary source of awe-inspiring experiences. But on a deeper, vastly more profound level, Psalm 29 calls us to bring those experiences into conversation with the Bible's revelation that God loves us enough to want to save us by turning his strength loose in our souls. And it is that revelation that wrings from us the cry "Glory!" Amen.