I’ve had a daily routine of Bible study for years, and I quite advocate it for anyone who wants to be serious about their faith.
But, I’ll admit, this routine often goes through long dry spells where it’s more a pre-bedtime routine than a chance to delight deeply in God’s word. I wrote this particular poem as a self-criticism regarding that, based on Psalm 119, which is entirely about taking delight in God’s law.
That said, even dry reading is better than no reading.
I do have two notes. First, you can tell when I wrote this based on the My Little Pony reference (I thoroughly enjoyed the first two seasons of the reboot). Now I’d probably replace it with DuckTales (Woo-oo!). (Actually, I should probably have edited this much more heavily, but I don’t want to take the time right now.)
Second, thaumadzo is the Greek word for wonder; since college, I’ve put it in contrast to eros and thanatos (love and death) as a potential driving force to literature. I’d say the Chronicles of Narnia are characterized by thaumadzo, for example.
Reflection on Psalm 119
Originally written January 6, 2013
I find I take delight in stupid things:
My Little Ponies and Cthulhu kitsch.
They scratch a warped and somewhat selfish itch;
They give my need for thaumadzo its wings.
But Lord, Your word has claimed its primacy
In this small battle for my fitful heart.
These earthly pleasures may still play a part,
But knowing You should be my greatest joy.
And yet—You’re not! I treat You like a chore.
I read Your word as part of a routine
Scarce meditating on what these words mean,
Mere stories and mere poems—nothing more.
Lord, as the psalmists wrote so long ago,
Teach me to find delight within your law.