Psa 145:2 Every day I will bless you and praise your name forever and ever.
A psalm of David, praise comes easy to David; it seems effortless. I like the regularity of this call to action–EVERY day I will bless you and praise your name. How do we praise the Lord daily? By giving Him free reign of our mouth, to make a point of articulating His greatness, to be quick to praise and connect things back to Him. Our universe is without luck, the benefits that we are loaded down with all go back to Him and He deserves our praise.
Psa 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised, and his greatness is unsearchable.
Unsearchable–without enumeration, numbering or finding out. I wonder if we are too quick to wish to come to the bottom of God. He is by definition here unsearchable. He has chosen to reveal facets of His character through the humanity of His Son, yet He chooses not to reveal all of Himself to anyone. Science by definition searches and strives to uncover the principles by which things work, but we cannot come to the bottom of God, He cannot be fathomed. Frustrating at times, yes–as humans we prefer to direct and order everything, to understand and control the little corner of our lives. But we are called to praise an unsearchable God, a God we cannot fully comprehend or know.
I like Matthew Henry’s imagery here and his apt reference to Romans:
“When we cannot, by searching, find the bottom, we must sit down at the brink, and adore the depth.”
“O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!” Romans 11:33
And I never thought about it quite this way, but it’s true:
“God had searched David through and through (Psa_139:1), but David proved he could not search God’s greatness.” – Martin Geier.
We serve (or chose not to serve) a God who knit us together and knows our every waking and moment of sleep-the most secretive fears and tunnels of our minds and hearts–to a depth that we ourselves cannot fully understand ourselves.
In contrast, we know but the edges of His ways, as Amy Carmichael puts it.