Moment of Meditation: Peanut Butter (Psalm 137:5-6)

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
let my right hand forget its skill!
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set Jerusalem
above my highest joy!
(Psalm 137:5-6)

Peanut Butter

The psalmist declares a curse upon himself if he forgets Jerusalem. If he forgets the place where God has caused his name to dwell. In a world that is ruled by the vast majority of right-handed people, the thought of not being able to use your right hand is horrifying.

Much worse, though, is the thought of your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth. Not being able to talk. Like your mouth is eternally full of peanut butter. Being able to open your mouth slightly but not make yourself clear. It's beyond comprehension.

The psalmist says the same thing about forgetting Jerusalem. Forgetting God is incomprehensible. He looks for comfort in this life. He knows comfort only comes from God's Word. The essence of the Sabbath. God's Word making it holy so that it may also be holy among us. Amen.