On Psalm 18

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Psalm 18:11, 36     11 He made darkness his covering around him,his canopy thick clouds dark with water. … 36 You gave me a wide place for my steps under me,and my feet did not slip.37 I pursued my enemies and overtook them; and did not turn back until they were consumed.

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On Psalm 18

Nothing was going right. I thought I was the single focus of all the dissention, hatred, and resentment in the world, so I called upon God. I wanted a celestial solution, a divine denouement to all my problems. But it didn’t quite happen that way. Instead a small unheard inner voice started to nag me. The nagging increased to become more like an insistence, finally morphing into a call. My immediate response was to cry out to God, “Aren’t you going to do something? Aren’t you going to save me?” The more I cried out, the more frustrated and angry I became. Finally my anger got the best of me, “God, you can go to Hell! I’ve had enough.” It didn’t happen immediately but, ever so slowly, I began to realize that the only one I could could count on was myself. If there was a way out of my troubles, I was going to have to take on that responsibility myself. One of the first things I did was to stop blaming others. When I did that I found out that I no longer had to blame myself. I sought out those I had considered as enemies. I wanted to shame them by telling them that I no longer blamed them, but a strange thing happened. Some of them were actually glad to have the opportunity to talk with me. I wouldn’t call them bosom buddies now, but a few friendships seem to be a possibility. Of course, with some of the others, we will probably never be friends and that is OK.

The strangest thing that happened, however, was that I began to see a kind of holiness in some of these people and was thankful that God hadn’t rescued me by smiting them. Moreover, I began to realize that the nagging that became an insistence that morphed into a call was leading me into a new direction in my life. It was as if God were calling me and involved in these new relationships. Could it be true? Is it possible that God is more to be found in the midst of this life, in the midst of relationships, than in a celestial throne room as a special problem solver for the faithful? I am beginning to think so!

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