Psalm 29
I love a good thunderstorm. Of course, I’d rather enjoy it from the comforts of dry shelter, but to hear the thunder rolling and to see the brilliant flashes of lightning illuminating the sky reminds me of the power and majesty and glory of God.
You may rightly imagine in reading this hymn of praise that the worshippers were gathered as a powerful storm arose in the distance. They hear the thunder and marvel at the God of creation’s power.
His voice breaks the great cedars of Lebanon – trees which commonly measured 120 feet high and 30 feet in circumference. His voice sends Sirion (Mt. Hermon) scurrying in the north. His voice shakes the Desert of Kadesh to the south. In an awesome display of His sovereignty, the One enthroned as King forever lights up the sky and makes the hills rumble with the echo of His voice.
The only appropriate response from the worshippers is to cry, “Glory!” Glory, indeed! And don’t you know it is this same glorious, all-powerful God who gives strength to His people and blesses them with peace? Even in the midst of a great thunderstorm, God is in control. Even the power of the grave is no match for the omnipotent One. “And if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit, who lives in you” (Romans 8:11). Glory!
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