Kiss of Peace

Psalm 2

Why do the nations rage and the peoples plot in vain?

The kings of the earth set themselves

The rulers take counsel together

Against I Am,

Against His Anointed, saying

“Let us burst Their bonds apart and

Cast away Their cords from us.”

He who sits in the heavens laughs

The Lord holds them in derision

He will speak to them then in His wrath

He will terrify them in His fury, saying,

“As for me, I have set my King on Zion, my holy hill.”

I will tell of the decree

I AM said to me,

“You are My Son; today I have begotten You

Ask of Me

I will make the nations Your inheritance

The ends of the earth Your possession

You shall break them with a rod of iron

You will dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.”

Now therefore, O kings

Be wise

Be warned

O rulers of the earth

Serve I AM with fear

Rejoice with trembling

Kiss the Son

Lest He be angry and you perish along the way

His wrath is kindled in a flash!

Blessed are all who take refuge in Him!

(Psalm 2, versification added)

These poems do something amazing. Some scholars attempt to discredit this poem as borrowed from Egyptian coronation rituals – where the king becomes the “god.” The poets of the Bible would have nothing to do with that, but something else is scratched at here. What ancient Mesopotamians yearned for, we also seek today – hope for something better and greater. That’s what happens in this poem. These promises are too big to even apply to an earthly king. They transcend everything.  How can we fill them up? Only if we’re yielded. Like Mary and Joseph, we’re not describing a passive sort of giving up. No, this is imperative! “Kiss the Son,” the poet says. There’s a chance in grace, an opportunity in every promise of Advent, that we can get that close and ask for peace. He is ready for the kiss of peace all of the time. This is us actively seeking Jesus and His Presence. Meditate on the poem; it is grand and severe and beautiful. It is your Savior come. Amen.