Canada Day, July 1, Psalm 52

Psalm 52

Why do you boast of evil, you mighty hero?

Why do you boast all day long, you who are a disgrace in the eyes of God?

You who practice deceit, your tongue plots destruction; it is like a sharpened razor.

You love evil rather than good, falsehood rather speaking the truth.

You love every harmful word, you deceitful tongue!

Surely God will bring you down to everlasting ruin:

He will snatch you up and pluck you from your tent;

He will uproot you from the land of the living.

The righteous will see and fear; they will laugh at you saying.

Here now is the man who did not make God his stronghold,

But trusted in his great wealth and grew strong by destroying others!

But I am a like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God;

I trust in God’s unfailing love for ever and ever.

For what you have done I will always praise you in the presence of your faithful people.

And I will hope in your name for your name is good.

Laura told me it was Canada Day and I opened my bible seeking Psalm 51 the recovery psalm, “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin.” Instead I read Psalm 52.

Naturally thinking of Canada I thought the psalm was about Justin Trudeau and surely it is but when one reads spiritual texts the words are always about oneself.  For in the world of the spirit object and subject are one.  I am that which I love and that which fear. 

Dr. Carl Jung called this the’shadow’.  The energy we have comes from our connection with the dark side within us, that which we project onto others.  I see all that is negative in me in Justin Trudeau. I was like him I believe when I met his father.  I was so full of pride when I was young and experience has humbled me.  I have known humiliation and shame but it is the humbling instead which is like the polishing of a diamond.  My experience has exposed me to my soul that which is interconnected with all other life, ‘all my relations’ in the fullest sense of the aboriginal or the soul in simpler terms. I am encouraged to see others who appear harmful and discordant as childlike or sick, so that I can love rather than fear and hate. 

I feel like a Russian who loved his country and heritage and watched as Lenin, the murderous lawyer fanatic took over the country with his gang of Molotov’s and Stalin, bank robbers and killers, destroying the old and bringing in the new.  Now that has gone and we here in Canada seem to be buying old planes and old ideas. I feel our capital is mired in the colonial and socialist.  Yet we are a country of renewal, a northern realm of celestial northern lights and the promises of spring. We are young and creative in the freshness of potential.  We have no need of the old except in religion and spirituality where the soul remains hidden to be found like the perfect book in the dusty old book shop.

I call out to you Holy Spirit. I seek the other world that winks at me as a mother to a baby. I would follow you this day and put my faith and trust in God. For God is good.  I am thankful for this day and pray that the God of Love and lovers of God dance this day in hope and faith. Another year of a nation that like Israel strays and returns. Like Russia, no longer communist, the aetheism and death cult of Stalin, Molotov’s and Lenin, left for the Orthodox Religion of Jesus.  I loved to stand in the church’s of Moscow and St. Petersburg. I loved being with the orthodox monks in Capadocia.  I would sit in prayer more with those who know the Hound of Heaven is chasing them as he chases me.  I have but to surrender and let the holy waters flow over me. Let me know thy peace.Thy will be done.  Still my fear and business and let me rest in you.  I would rest in you, Lord.  

Thank you Jesus this Sunday, Canada Day.