“Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His name. Bless the Lord O my soul, and forget none of His benefits…. Bless the Lord, O my soul” (Psalm 103:1-2,22).
Again and again throughout Holy Writ, we are enjoined, instructed, commanded and reminded to praise the Lord. To bless His name. To burst forth in worship during which we say things like “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessings” (Revelation 5:12).
How come? What good does this do to tell the Lord and Master of the universe that He is Lord and Master of the universe? Sure He already knows who He is (see John 13:1-4). Being complete within Himself, God does not need our praise.
So, what’s this all about?
It’s a fair question and one that has been asked and answered by disciples far better than this poor child.
As a new believer, C. S. Lewis had trouble with the question. “I found a stumbling block in the demand so clamorously made by all religious people that we should ‘praise’ God; still more in the suggestion that God Himself demanded it.” (Reflections on the Psalms)
This being my blog, and Psalm 103 having been dealt with on these pages in recent days, it now falls to me to make an attempt to answer the question: What is it to bless the Lord and what good is it? (Again, I’m grateful to Dr. Lewis whom I shall quote below.)
“Bless the Lord, O my soul” (Psalm 103:1,22).
If I Corinthians 13 is the “love chapter” of the New Testament, then Psalm 103 gets the honor for the Old Testament. It’s all about the love of God, from beginning to end.
Over twenty years ago, I preached a series of messages from Psalm 103 and encouraged our people to memorize it. Memorizing this great psalm is one of the better things I’ve done in my brief years of ministry. I love Psalm 103 and recite it often, usually in the car when I’m alone or lying in bed unable to sleep.
One day, going through my grandmother’s Bible–Bessie Lowery McKeever (1895-1982)–I happened to notice she had written beside verse 17 “One of Papa’s favorite verses.” Her “papa”, who would be my great-grandfather, whom I never met, of course, was a Baptist preacher named George Marion Lowery. I know almost nothing about this beloved ancestor other than Grandma used to say when she was a little girl, he would take her with him when calling on church families. “If the father was at work and the wife there by herself,” she would tell me, “he could not enter the house. But with me along, it was all right.” Grandma grew up to be a powerful force for the Lord and may have been the greatest Christian I ever knew. I’m so happy to own her Bible which is well marked-up and written throughout.
Back to Psalm 103. Here are a few observations to encourage a reader to discover it for oneself…
One. Psalm 103 begins and ends with the same refrain.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul.”
Is there another chapter in Scripture that does that? I can’t think of one.