Hills skipping and mountains bucking are not that pleasant
when one is in close proximity. In the same way we prefer our forests leafy
green as opposed to stripped bare. But the Lord enthroned above the flood is
imagined by the psalmist in ways that strike terror into human hearts so that God’s
glory is matched strength for strength with the little g gods who are compelled
to ascribe to the Lord the glory due God’s name. For our part we count on God’s voice
to be reduced to a whisper when our name is called so that the God who bursts
forth in lightning blasts might bestow on us the blessing of peace.