Why?
The cruel contests of the Middle East leave us asking, why do the nations so
furiously rage together, and the people imagine a vain thing? We gaze from afar
at deliberate provocation and destruction. Handel’s Psalm 2, heard each December,
seems inclusive, for assuredly we belong to a nation, whether we like it or
not. Is a nation defined more by what divides or unites? Most modern versions
chime with Handel, but the Authorised Version asks, why do the heathen rage,
and the people imagine a vain thing? The meaning alters into us and them, the
heathen without frontiers.
No comments:
Post a Comment