Psalm 147
I saunter up to reception, pushing past the smaller guests. "One table, please." It's an order that I've framed as a request. It's absurd because I'm supposed to be taking orders and waiting tables today - not here acting like a customer. How did I get exclusive rights to God's favor? Is it my affiliations that got him to side so heavily with me? Do I have the lion's share of blessings, or do I have the Lion of Judah as my mediator and counsel? Do I hope in his benefits or benefit from his hope? Psalm 147