How good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity!
It is like precious oil on the head, running down on the beard,
on the beard of Aaron, running down on the collar of his robes!
It is like the dew of Hermon, which falls on the mountains of Zion!
For there the Lord has commanded the blessing, life forevermore.
I really dig the oil on the beard imagery from this ancient song. When brothers get along, it’s a blessed, holy thing. An occasion for delight and thanksgiving.
However, brothers do not always dwell in unity. Sometimes they drive each other crazy and they erupt into violence and screaming and spitting and throwing things. Then, perhaps a different psalm comes into play. It’ makes me think of this:
How horrible and irritating is in when brothers can’t get along!
It’s like you’ve got this great oily beard, but then you suddenly realize it’s turned into a beard made of bees! You scream, AAAHHH! BEEEEEES! And you swat at them and try to scratch them off your face, but it only makes them mad. And then they’re buzzing and plunging their stingers into your cheeks and it’s burning and your face is swelling and your rolling around and flailing your arms and screaming HELP ME!!! THE BEES!!! THE BEES!!!!! AAARRRGHGHGH!!
Yeah, sometimes it’s more like that.