Psalm Chapter 97

Psalm 97: Light Sown Like SeedThere is a phrase tucked near the end of this psalm that stops you in your tracks if you let it: "Light is sown for the righteous." Sown — as one sows wheat or barley. We tend to think of light as something switched on, instantaneous and complete. But the psalmist sees it differently. Light, he says, is planted. It goes into the dark earth and disappears for a time, and the righteous must wait for the harvest like any farmer. This is not a psalm for the impatient. It opens with cosmic terror — fire, lightning, mountains dissolving like candle wax — and yet it ends not with spectacle but with quiet agricultural hope. The God who makes hills melt is the same God who tucks light into the soil of your life and asks you to trust that it will grow. Rejoice, the psalm says, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. Not at the sight of it — not yet — but at the remembrance. The harvest is coming.00:00 The Lord Reigneth01:00 Light Sown for the Righteous