"He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds." (Psalm 147:3)
Psalm 147, possibly composed after the return from exile, celebrates the rebuilding of Jerusalem and the gathering of the exiles with a combination of historical thanksgiving and cosmic praise. The God who rebuilds the city is the same God who determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. The contrast is deliberate and consoling: the God of galaxies is also the God of broken hearts. He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds. The one whose understanding has no limit stoops to the smallest personal wound and applies his care with precision.
The psalm also celebrates the word of God in nature: he sends his command to the earth, his word runs swiftly, he spreads the snow like wool, scatters frost like ashes, hurls down hail. And then the parallel with divine revelation: he has revealed his word to Jacob, his laws and decrees to Israel. He has not done this for any other nation; they do not know his laws. The Catechism notes that the gift of divine revelation, the word of God addressed to Israel and fulfilled in Christ, is itself a grace that the nations are called to receive in the Church (CCC 839). To have the word of God is to have the greatest privilege creation can receive.
Brothers and sisters, the God who calls each star by name also knows your wound. The one whose understanding has no limit applies that understanding to the specific, particular, named grief or injury that you carry. He heals the broken-hearted. Bring your broken heart to the one who names the stars and let him bind the wound.
Lord God, you rebuild Jerusalem and gather the exiles. You heal the broken-hearted and bind up their wounds. You call the stars by name and your understanding has no limit. Heal what is broken in us. Bind what is wounded. And let us praise you, for it is good and pleasant to sing praises to our God. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.