2nd Week after Pentecost:

A fountain of praise.

(Psalm 68:26)

Tuesday, Linda and I watched most all of George Floyd’s four hour funeral. The service was held at “The Fountain of Praise” church in Huston, TX. What a great name for a church: “Fountain of Praise.” I suppose it comes from Psalm 68: “The congregation blesses God like a fountain of praise.”

Our backyard water fountain broke. It’s a complicated custom job rigged up by some creative workers. It took some doing: a big rock almost my size with a hole drilled through the center and set up above a hidden pool of water wherein lies a submergible pump to send water up through the rock which then trickles down like a waterfall. Last week, I flipped on the fountain switch, but nothing happened—no water, no fountain, and no sound of living water. Just a dry lifeless rock where water once flowed.

The funeral at the Fountain of Praise church reminded me of that. Psalm 68 goes on, like most Psalms do, to invite “all the kingdoms of the earth” to come to this fountain. Wouldn’t it be something if “rivers of living water flow” (Jn 6) from hidden pools to moisten and lubricate our dry and fractured nation?