I’m jumping back to psalms 1 – 5, because for some reason I started at 6.
I know this psalm so well, I went to a church that sang it a lot. I could still probably play it in my sleep, as I was organist there, it’s the church I learned organ at.
The abiding image is of the tree planted by water. This is the Christian who is mature, who delights in God’s word. It changes him/her, they become distinct from the unbelievers around them. A mighty, wonderful tree
In my mind it’s strong, with deep roots, lush foliage, birds in its branches, reliable, constant, making a beautiful shady spot of rest next to a lovely flowing stream, people and animals alike instantly recognise that being under this tree is a great place to stop and be happy and calm.
It’s a great image for a mature Christian, and a great start to a book of songs reflecting the nature and character of God.
This tree believer is contrasted to the insubstantial loud cynical scoffers, who’s main contribution to the world is try to throw shade on God. Starved of spiritual nutrient, they will not stand at the day of judgement, but will blow away like chaff.
This insubstantiality of body comes to us all, dust to dust, ashes to ashes. This is a very gentle and sneaky hellfire and brimstone damnation sermon, because of that central soothing image of the strong, happy and abiding tree. The lingering effect is not scary, but warmly inviting “read on, get the good stuff. Sit awhile by this stream”.
“Blessed” is the seed, the opening promise from which this whole book will flow, like the stream of God’s word which abundantly feeds the tree. The state of God’s favour, of being generously provided for and watched over by God. I was surprised that the word is used just once, because the psalm hangs off it, is all about it.
This psalm is a keeper, for sure.