Give the king your justice, O God, and your righteousness to a king’s son.May he judge your people with righteousness, and your poor with justice.May the mountains yield prosperity for the people, and the hills, in righteousness.May he defend the cause of the poor of the people, give deliverance to the needy, and crush the oppressor.May he live while the sun endures, and as long as the moon, throughout all generations.May he be like rain that falls on the mown grass, like showers that water the earth.In his days may righteousness flourish and peace abound, until the moon is no more.Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who alone does wondrous things.Blessed be his glorious name for ever; may his glory fill the whole earth. Amen and Amen.Psalm 72:1-7, 18-19
Mown grass isn’t usually an image, or more to the point a smell, that I tend to associate with Advent. Balmy summer evenings maybe, when the chorus of lawnmowers strike up once the evening meals have been consumed, but on a chilly December morning not so much.
Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who alone does wondrous things. The king might be like rain falling on mown grass, but summer or winter, the grass growing or sleeping, being cut or being left till the seed heads bend. It is God who does the wondrous things through us.
Today are you ready to be the conduit of God’s wonder?