The hope of cherries.
I find Psalm 84 a bit much. The Psalmist’s enthusiasm for the temple is difficult to relate to, so I’ve tried coming at it from a slightly different angle. Here are some thoughts about verses 1-4.
How lovely is your dwelling place,O Lord of hosts!
My soul longs, indeed it faints
for the courts of the Lord;
my heart and my flesh sing for joy
to the living God.
My soul certainly longs for the place where I experience God, but that doesn’t necessarily equate to going to church on Sunday.
Even the sparrow finds a home,
and the swallow a nest for herself,
where she may lay her young,
at your altars, O Lord of hosts,
my King and my God.
Even the flighty, distracted, busy, not-intentionally-worshipful parts of myself can find a home there.
Happy are those who live in your house,
ever singing your praise.
Happy indeed, at the deepest level, where contentment lies.