Psalm 81: Open Thy Mouth Wide
The psalm begins the way a great feast begins — timbrels, trumpets, the pleasant harp, a joyful noise loud enough to embarrass the neighbors. Then, somewhere in the middle, the music quiets and God himself starts speaking, and the speech is tender to the point of pain. "I removed his shoulder from the burden," he says. "His hands were delivered from the pots." And then the line that could undo you if you let it: "Open thy mouth wide, and I will fill it." It is the posture of a hungry baby bird, or a child expecting cake — a comical, undignified trust. But the psalm grieves, because we would not. We preferred our own counsels, our own hearts' lust, our own thin porridge. And so honey out of the rock — the sweetness God can coax from the hardest places — goes uneaten while we keep dining on dust.
00:00 A Joyful Noise on the Feast Day
01:00 I Heard a Language I Understood Not
02:00 Honey Out of the Rock