Sunday, September 18, 2005
David
I'm reading through Psalms, in the Message Bible. So far there's a lot of "God, why aren't you rescuing me?" stuff. Psalm 22 shows me such a vast range of emotion about God. Here are some highlights.
God, God...Why did you dump me miles from nowhere? Doubled up with pain, I call to God all the day long. No answer. Nothing. I keep at it all night, tossing and turning.
And you! Are you indifferent, above it all, leaning back on the cushions of Israel's praise?...
Everyone pokes fun at me; they make faces at me, they shake their heads. "Let's see how God handles this one; since God likes him so much, let him help him!"
I'm a bucket kicked over and spilled, every joint in my body has been pulled apart. My heart is a blob of wax in my gut.
Now, as serious as David was, when I read this with a dramatic voice it almost becomes comedic. He was really crying the blues, wasn't he? Yet later, he comes around to praising God, despite what seems like negativity and criticism in the beginning verses. Try the following.
Shout Hallelujah, you God-worshippers; give glory, you sons of Jacob; adore him, you daughters of Israel. He has never let you down, never looked the other way when you were being kicked around. He has never wandered off to do his own thing; he has been right there listening.Maybe it's intentional that the next chapter is 23, with "The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want."...
"Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I'm back home in the house of God for the rest of my life."
No matter where this life takes me, I want to end my thoughts with those such as David's. Whether I'm sad or whether I'm happy. If I feel cursed or if I feel blessed. It's a choice I have, even in moments that I don't feel like it.
He will never leave you nor forsake you. Praise be to God.
God, God...Why did you dump me miles from nowhere? Doubled up with pain, I call to God all the day long. No answer. Nothing. I keep at it all night, tossing and turning.
And you! Are you indifferent, above it all, leaning back on the cushions of Israel's praise?...
Everyone pokes fun at me; they make faces at me, they shake their heads. "Let's see how God handles this one; since God likes him so much, let him help him!"
I'm a bucket kicked over and spilled, every joint in my body has been pulled apart. My heart is a blob of wax in my gut.
Now, as serious as David was, when I read this with a dramatic voice it almost becomes comedic. He was really crying the blues, wasn't he? Yet later, he comes around to praising God, despite what seems like negativity and criticism in the beginning verses. Try the following.
Shout Hallelujah, you God-worshippers; give glory, you sons of Jacob; adore him, you daughters of Israel. He has never let you down, never looked the other way when you were being kicked around. He has never wandered off to do his own thing; he has been right there listening.Maybe it's intentional that the next chapter is 23, with "The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want."...
"Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I'm back home in the house of God for the rest of my life."
No matter where this life takes me, I want to end my thoughts with those such as David's. Whether I'm sad or whether I'm happy. If I feel cursed or if I feel blessed. It's a choice I have, even in moments that I don't feel like it.
He will never leave you nor forsake you. Praise be to God.
// posted by Annette @ 12:03 a.m. 