The sun has set on a long, glorious summer Saturday in Indiana. I'm going to bed, and my voice will be silent in praising the name of the Lord. But, Psalm 113:3, quoted above, struck me afresh a few nights ago as I chatted on Skype with a brother I had just met who lives around the world. As we concluded in prayer, he was praising the Lord as the sun was rising, and I was praising the Lord as the sun was setting.
The Lord, by fulfilling his promises to save people from the uttermost parts of the earth, has brought even greater fulfillment to this passage than would be possible merely through one people in one part of the world praising his name from the time they rise to the time they go to bed. So, I go to bed tonight rejoicing to know that some of you are picking up the chorus of praise, even as I leave off, for now. Praise the Lord!
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