I can see why New Englanders hate hurricanes. Even the best in the weather business can only project their paths, rain, and wind speeds. Hurricanes mess up Labor Day plans. The beach we vacated days ago probably sustained very little damage.
The Psalms have a basic rhythm to them. Like the structure of our worship is gathering, word, meal, and sending, your basic Psalm starts out with lament and ends with praise. In seminary, we were taught that the only exception is Psalm 88. There is no praise. But Psalm 89 is all praise.
Life has a rhythm of ups and downs. As a community, if we can rejoice when others rejoice and mourn when others mourn, we can carry each other through the storms.
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