I think I may have read or maybe just guessed this psalm is a going-to-the-temple chant. I think of it as a bit like those marching chants in u.s. war movies “I don’t know but I’ve been told” or cheerleader cheers and/or protest call and answers: “What do we want?” “When do we want it? “.
It’s about purity and meeting God. Climbing the hill, excited anticipation. Open the big door, the mighty, the true God is coming. Who is he? Mighty. Who is good enough to meet him? Gotta be pure of heart and have clean hands. “blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God” Jesus said.
I’d love to write a wild chant for singing this psalm. Like bootylicious, godilicious or something.
Writing with tears today however, for the daughter of a friend, a beautiful strong girl in her early 20s. She’s asked us to pray for her, and she’s not someone for whom prayer has ever been an option before, but she’s rapidly losing her daughter to a completely baffling condition. Pray for rikki, pray for Lisa.