"Pushed to the wall, I called to God; from the wide open spaces, he answered." It's much harder for me to deal with the more stormy and difficult passages of the Psalms like this one. I have many ideas and thoughts about the beautiful passages, but the Psalms are full of really hard concepts too. And without addressing those, I wouldn't be showing the whole picture of God's love. And the whole picture in the Psalms is powerful. It tells the story of practically every human emotion, the good, the bad, even the ugly. In this Psalm, the writer feels surrounded. Yet he begins and ends the Psalm with the eternal love of God. In this translation, he says again and again, "His love never quits." The Psalmist knows we will be up against walls, but reminds us that through it all, we are loved enormously with a love that never ends. Psalm 118
1-4 Thank God because he’s good, because his love never quits. Tell the world, Israel, “His love never quits.” And you, clan of Aaron, tell the world, “His love never quits.” And you who fear God, join in, “His love never quits.” 5-16 Pushed to the wall, I called to God; from the wide open spaces, he answered. God’s now at my side and I’m not afraid; who would dare lay a hand on me? God’s my strong champion; I flick off my enemies like flies. Far better to take refuge in God than trust in people; Far better to take refuge in God than trust in celebrities. Hemmed in by barbarians, in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt; Hemmed in and with no way out, in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt; Like swarming bees, like wild prairie fire, they hemmed me in; in God’s name I rubbed their faces in the dirt. I was right on the cliff-edge, ready to fall, when God grabbed and held me. God’s my strength, he’s also my song, and now he’s my salvation. Hear the shouts, hear the triumph songs in the camp of the saved? “The hand of God has turned the tide! The hand of God is raised in victory! The hand of God has turned the tide!” 17-20 I didn’t die. I lived! And now I’m telling the world what God did. God tested me, he pushed me hard, but he didn’t hand me over to Death. Swing wide the city gates—the righteous gates! I’ll walk right through and thank God! This Temple Gate belongs to God, so the victors can enter and praise. 21-25 Thank you for responding to me; you’ve truly become my salvation! The stone the masons discarded as flawed is now the capstone! This is God’s work. We rub our eyes—we can hardly believe it! This is the very day God acted-- let’s celebrate and be festive! Salvation now, God. Salvation now! Oh yes, God—a free and full life! 26-29 Blessed are you who enter in God’s name-- from God’s house we bless you! God is God, he has bathed us in light. Festoon the shrine with garlands, hang colored banners above the altar! You’re my God, and I thank you. O my God, I lift high your praise. Thank God—he’s so good. His love never quits!
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Take a long, living look at me, your high God, above politics, above everything.
Psalm 46 (The Message) I love the psalms, and this is one of my new favorites. (I think I say that almost every post!) The Message version of this adds such drama and clarity. Other versions say, "Be still and know that I am God," which I also love.... But The Message seems to gives more insight-- how can I be still? Take a long, loving look. So my question today is.... When was the last time I took a long, loving look at God? I have to admit, to me, the idea of this seems a bit ridiculous. It feels like it's too much. Too much to hope for. Too much to have. But this past year has been a year of God teaching me about his extravagant love. I have learned and experienced what these long, loving looks hold. He speaks -- be still, sit with me. Listen. I love you so much. Look at me. At first I would shy away. I am too full of sin, too broken. How can he really love me? But as time went on, and as I listened to the words I was reading and all the people who were talking and all of the prayers I was experiencing, I started to be able to steal glances. Like a child who just got in trouble, but could hear the forgiveness in his mother's voice, my eyes slowly shifted from the ground and locked in on the beauty of His presence. Think of someone in your life who has given you a long, loving look. A mother, a friend, your spouse. Think of their eyes. Can you see the forgiveness they hold when you did something wrong? Can you picture the laughter and joy they offer when you are experiencing joy? Can you see the sadness they express when you come before them with tears? Those are the long loving looks that God is asking for... from us. My favorite expression of this type of loving look comes from an unlikely place. Hosea. Hosea was a prophet with a hard task. God wanted him to show how much he loved Israel by taking back his wandering wife and loving her again. She was a mother and a wife, but she ran away, abandoning Hosea with the kids and the work. In this context, Hosea had to track her down (and he found her in a brothel), and then bring her home. Who does that? Well Hosea did... because God told him to. And then Hosea was left with a monumental task. Hosea had to learn again how to give her long, loving looks. How to connect with her, so that Israel would know what true love is. I can only imagine how hard that was. But it teaches us so much. First, God loves us madly. He knows we sin. He knows we live in sin. But he cares about us so much that he will race to even the brothels to find us. Second, Hosea was called to bring his wife back home with him. They had to physically be together. We can't have a relationship with God if we don't take time to sit with him. Lots of time. Third , long loving looks don't come easy. We have to work for them. We have to take time and build the relationship. I am sure it wasn't easy for Hosea, and it isn't easy for me. But when I dare to turn my eyes to God, even a little, he rewards me so extravagantly. So today I hope you get to experience the best loving looks there are. The loving looks of God. Psalm 46 (The Message) God is a safe place to hide, ready to help when we need him. We stand fearless at the cliff-edge of doom, courageous in seastorm and earthquake, Before the rush and roar of oceans, the tremors that shift mountains. Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God-of-Angel-Armies protects us. River fountains splash joy, cooling God’s city, this sacred haunt of the Most High. God lives here, the streets are safe, God at your service from crack of dawn. Godless nations rant and rave, kings and kingdoms threaten, but Earth does anything he says. Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God-of-Angel-Armies protects us. Attention, all! See the marvels of God! He plants flowers and trees all over the earth, Bans war from pole to pole, breaks all the weapons across his knee. “Step out of the traffic! Take a long, loving look at me, your High God, above politics, above everything.” Jacob-wrestling God fights for us, God-of-Angel-Armies protects us. |
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