On
reading Psalm 12 I felt an instant flash of recognition.
No
one is faithful anymore.
Those
who are loyal have vanished.
Everyone
lies to their neighbour.
They
flatter with their lips but harbour deception in their hearts.
The
poor are plundered and the needy groan.
What
is vile is honoured.
The
psalmist was writing thousands of years ago, about right now. About the permanent, greedy, exuberant, craven,
wealth-obsessed, celebrity-obsessed media storm that passes for normal in our
society.
And
I believe that’s true. That is what
this psalm talks about.
But
I believe that really, this psalm is about the other words. The ones we all use. The ones with which we build
windows between the world within and the world without. Constantly putting our
own personal spin on things: telling myself that I am who I want to be, and who
God wants me to be, and who others want me to be or, rather, who I want them to
think that I am. Even more so when we’re conscious of being in the wrong: “our
own lips will defend us” – why yes, they’re usually the very first to do so.
Often, they’re the only ones; it’s our actions that really give us away.
Today
it’s -10° outside. With this morning’s first step into the street came a deep,
stinging, cold fresh gasp of breath in.
Our
words are hot air.
The
words of the LORD are flawless.
Le Psaume 12
parle de notre monde, du monde d'aujourd'hui, en des termes durs mais
justes. Qu'en est-il de nous? Ne cherchons-nous pas, souvent, à nous justifier
par la parole, par rapport aux autres, par rapport à nous mêmes et
aussi par rapport à Dieu? Seuls nos actes ont de la valeur; nos mots sont
balayés par le vent!
Jo
Hambourg.
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