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A Psalm for Remembrance Sunday

Praise the LORD.

Praise the LORD, O my soul.
I will praise the LORD all my life;
I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.
Do not put your trust in princes,
in mortal men, who cannot save.
Blessed are those whose help is the God of Israel
Those whose hope is in the LORD his God
the Maker of heaven and earth, the sea, and everything in them
the LORD, who remains faithful for ever.
He upholds the oppressed and gives food to the hungry.
The LORD sets prisoners free;
the LORD gives sight to the blind and lifts up those who are bowed down,
the LORD loves the righteous.
The LORD watches over the foreigner and supports the fatherless and the widow,
the LORD thwarts the ways of the wicked.
The LORD our God reigns for ever, throughout all generations.
Praise the LORD.

From Psalm 146


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snauzer said…
David,
taking onboard the comments you make regarding the LORD-doing,giving,loving and watching,
Thwarting the ways of the wicked.?
Gives sight to the blind?
Sets prisoners free? etc;

are there any examples or proof of this.or is it all as they say "metaphorical" you see people who sit in church seem to accept these statements because they are biblical. Recently we have learned that Genesis is complete rubbish,the Exodus never happened and Leviticus---- say no more, nobody would claim Leviticus.

Does God really give sight to the blind.(he does in America I've seen it on TV)

The thwarting of the wicked gets me :causing the wicked to be frustrated: gee.

Psalm 146:4 I agree with

"His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day his thoughts perish"

It would be as if you had never existed at all! Not only you, but everything else as well. You would be in a state, as if you had never been...You couldn't even call it a tragedy because there would be no one to experience it as a tragedy. It would be a simple--nothing at all. Forever and ever. Because, not only would you have no future, you would also have no past and no present.

Epicurius said:
Why should I fear death? If I am not. Why should I fear that which cannot exist when I do?

Richard Dawkins said:
We are going to die and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born.
Those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats,scientists greater than Newton.

I now think that this is my only crack at living, Debbie and my younger brother Robert who is dead a long time never got much of a chance to live at all.

"United with his fellow-men by the strongest of all ties, the tie of a common doom, the free man finds that a new vision is with him always, shedding over every daily task the light of love.

With this recognition of the finality of death, no one should willingly withhold acts that would bring benefits joy or happiness to others....joseph lewis

Regards,Snauzer
sorry... missed your comment somehow...

Will bypass the metaphorical questions as we could debate/agree/disagree on many of those verse by verse...

But as to the whole "death" thing take a look at some NT (Tom) Wright stuff... He has some interesting things to say...

And as for life... well I don't believe in measuring life in terms of absolute quantities... but rather in relative terms and qualitative terms... people can live long but have no quality to life... yet some people live much shorter lives but bless those around them as they go... I never knew Debbie (or Robert for that matter) but all that I have heard of her suggests that she gave whatever quantity of life she had a fairly good crack... and that many, yourself included have good cause to give thanks for her intersection with their own lives...

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