I can't help but here the old hymn when I read these verses.
The funny thing about the majesty of God- at least in this psalm- is that none of the things that make God majestic are things we call majestic. Beautiful, inspiring, and joyous- yes. But majestic? Maybe the moon and stars thing.
What I notice is that the first thing we really get to see that makes God majestic is that He has built a stronghold against His enemies. It's made not of God's might, power, or strength. It's made of the praise of children and infants. If you're not a parent, you don't understand that, not completely. A few weeks ago, at church, Kristin (my wife) nudged me and nodded at Leslie and Kenna, our kids. They were both singing along with the song. This was new- and it WAS majestic. A few days ago, Leslie, our oldest who is turning into an avid reader, asked for a Bible. (The one she has is one of those Gideon's type new babies get, and the writing is tiny.) I understand much better as a parent why Jesus would later say that unless you believe like a little child, you'll never enter heaven.
A child's faith is majestic.
And hard to tear down if you're the enemy.
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