The Whole World a Choir
Psalm 148 is a summons. Not polite, not optional. It drags everything—angels and old men, whales and beetles, kings and farmhands—into the same chorus: Praise the Lord. The Psalmist doesn’t bother asking if they feel like it. He doesn’t ask if they’re ready. He just calls them to open their mouths and boast in their Maker.
That’s the heart of this Psalm:…
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