Psalm 120

Psalm 120  
In my distress I cry to the Lord,that he may answer me:2 “Deliver me, O Lord,from lying lips,from a deceitful tongue.”  3 What shall be given to you?And what more shall be done to you,you deceitful tongue?4 A warrior’s sharp arrows,with glowing coals of the broom tree!  5 Woe is me, that I am an alien in Meshech,that I must live among the tents of Kedar.6 Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace.7 I am for peace; but when I speak,they are for war.
[Scripture taken from the Common English Bible®, CEB® Copyright © 2010, 2011 by Common English Bible.™ Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.] 

I am distressed when I experience no insistence upon me.  O Lord, insist! I want to be set free from thinking that I can reason “it” all out by myself.  When I do so I become a charlatan to myself. So full of myself, I can hardly hear God’s calling. I shoot myself in the foot. Nay, in both feet! I feel as if I am in an alien land, living in an armed camp among those who want to do anything except that which bears the name of God. Perhaps. If only I would listen to God’s audacious insistence I could resist their (and my) inclination toward the un-called-for.

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