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Out of the Pit: My Journey Through Psalms (5 and 7)

Psalm 5 and 7

Mostly Psalm 5 is on of pronouns. Once again the Davidic speaker is crying out to God for help, begging the Lord to hear him, but what I really hear are the personal pronouns “my, I, me” in the first few lines, and repeated again later on in the psalm, each time as part of a plea. These are juxtaposed in a stark contrast against the “yous” of the next few verses, and the “theys” of the following verses, each outlining the roles of not a single individual but representatives of groups. Symbolic figures. Even the you isn’t just the single entity of the Lord, but rather the trinity–a group.
The volta in verse 11 is sharp, because it brings all the pronouns togehter, naming them and describing how and why “my, I, me” is protected and cared for.

I cry out to you against them.
You are good.
They are guilty.
I am righteous.
THEREFORE,
You protect and bless me.

Simple logic showing the two sides of God, the vengeful and the protector. Not a contradiction, but a complementory personality necessary to bring justice to an unjust world. Proof of why we all need a savior.
And a theme that is continued in Psalm 7–especially in verse 14-17 where the psalmist uses distinct images to separate the wicked from the righteous.
Pregnancy usually has strong positive connotations, yet here it is used with negative intent ‘one who is pregnant with evil gives birth to corruption’, which again is simple cause and effect imagery. Followed by the image of digging a pit in which you yourself will then just fall, so true as Sir Walter Scott once eloquently put it in Marmion ‘oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive’. You cannot nurture negative habits and expect positive results. The opposite, in fact, is sure to result. One little white lie is not as innocent as you expect it to be, but rather leads to another lie and yet another, and another, perpetuating the lie until it unfortunately can land you into a pit. Sometimes the pit is sinister, and sometimes it is just a sticky situation, but a pit it is nonetheless so unless we are nurturing good habits, we cannot expect to give birth to healthy offspring. There is a reason the warning label says ‘do not use if you are pregnant or nursing’ because you must be extra diligent when you are growing a baby human–we too are growing our spiritual selves and we must be intentional about it. If we are not, the outcome is not going to be spiritually healthy.
God gives us these guidelines for a reason and I thank him for it. Personally, I don’t want the trouble and violence to come crashing down on my head in the pit I dug for myself, but that is exactly what happens when we fall into our own tangled web and dug pits of deception, bad habits, or strongholds.
So I thank God today because he is good and he offers instruction, protection and blessing for all those who seek it. Because he knows I sure need it.
Without his hand, I sure wouldn’t be able to get out of those pits I’ve dug for myself.

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Questions to Ponder:
1) Are there any pits I need help getting out of today? Who can help me aside from God?
2)How does God help make straighter paths for me?
3)How can I better nurture good habits and starve the evil ones?

Punch them in the Face: My Journey Through Psalms Day 3

The imagery in Psalm 3 is very ‘superhero’, which is perfect for God. Yesterday, I explained to my students the difference between a tragic hero and a Romantic hero, which wasn’t easy given that the two examples (Macbeth and Arthur) did, in fact, end in death–kind of tragically. But what i came down to in the end, I explained, is not only a pattern that hero follows (archetype), but the legacy they leave behind. Romantic heroes always offer hope in the end.

Tragic heroes leave nothing but despair.

In the Psalm the speaker is surrounded by his enemies, probably literally, and he calls upon God to be his hero. God shows up. I’m sure, in war, what we don’t see is the tragedy that surrounds the speaker, but what we do see is the hope. God surrounding him, shielding him and giving him rest–something to believe in which does lead him to victory.

With this renewed strength, the psalmist rises out of his despair and asks God to PUNCH HIS ENEMIES IN THE FACE (verse 7). Savage.

But war is savage.

And when we fight our own battles, we need to look our fears and insecurities and doubts in the face and then ask God to KNOCK THEIR TEETH OUT (verse 7). It’s funny how less threatening any enemy is without teeth. But God is the only one who can break through those lies and breathe hope and truth and peace into our future.

Because sometimes we are surrounded, but God is our hero and he will punch our enemies in the face if we call upon Him. He cares that much.

Questions to ponder:

1) God is a Romantic Hero, so what hope does he offer me today?

2) What do I need to look in the face and ask God to punch and knock the teeth out of?

3) Why does God require me to call out to Him? Why doesn’t he just ride in on a white horse?

 

Questioning A Calling: My Journey Through Psalms Day 2

Psalm 2

Psalm 2 begins with a question, perhaps a rhetorical one, why do the nations conspire and the peoples plot in vain? It’s a set up of a conflict that continues into Psalm 3, where the psalmist is worried or at least commenting on the rebellion of the people against his anointed leadership.

When people are against you and conflict abounds, immediately you begin to question your calling. Despite the anointing, despite hearing God clearly, the odds do not feel in your favor and it is easy to feel despair. I notice a lack of reaction from the speaker throughout, though he does comment a lot on what the Lord does for him. Perhaps that’s for the best.

I know the psalm is referring to the power and authority given to Davidic kings, but I can’t help feel a connection since I am also called a daughter (and the speaker is called a son in verse 7). As a daughter I am given great power and authority through God’s anointing just as the Davidic king is.

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And still I often have doubts, especially when I run into conflict. I wonder, did I hear God right?

But anything worth doing is going to require effort and action. If it will have a lasting kingdom impact there will most certainly be conflict because the enemy will always step in. Always present, the father of lies tries to cast shadows in my sunshine. Still, with all my conflict and doubts, God whispers…just ask (verse 9).

He always answers.

Questions to ponder:

1) Davidic kings were given power and authority through an inheritance. How does my inheritance come through Jesus?

2) WHen I ask God for guidance, how does he show me that I have been given power, strength and authority?

3) How can I discern and dispel the enemy’s lies?

 

My Journey Through Psalms Day 1

My Journey Through Psalms

A Romantic Gesture to God

I may be a teacher, but I struggle to like poetry. Like my students I have always questioned the meaning, interpretation and use of poetry. Yeah, I know. That wheelbarrow he wrote about very well may be just a wheelbarrow. It may not have a deep symbolic significance or what have you. I teach it. Intellectually I comprehend what scholars say about poetry and verse but I struggle to like it. Probably because it is too abstract. Or maybe because people always want to tell me what it means and I disagree with them and get frustrated when I’m told that my interpretation of the abstract is wrong (which is why I like abstract paintings, but not poetry?). Over the years I’ve developed a healthy respect for poetry, and grown to like certain aspects of it, but it remains a struggle for me.

Why? It goes back to that realist thing. Which is why I believe I need to journey through Psalms again, this time with an open heart and mind looking at it from a more Romantic perspective. Because it is one thing to say you have a problem, another thing to do something to change it.


 

Psalm 1

Blessed is the man [or woman]

Who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked

Or stand in the way of sinners

Or sit in the seat of mockers.


In this journey I am seeking blessing, passion, a closer relationship with God. This is the very first instruction in this psalm. Three things not to do 1) walk with wicked (alliteration) 2) Stand with sinners (alliteration) or 3) sit in the seat of mockers (alliteration). I find the sound devices to be pleasing to the ear, but also to emphasize the actions. For every non-action, there is an opposite action we can take.

  • If we are not walking with the wicked, then we should walk with the wise. This requires effort. It’s easy to find stupid people. They don’t use their brains. But to find the truly wise and to follow in their ways you have to want that, you have to seek it. God promises that if we seek this we will find it, but it does require that we look. Most often the wise in our lives are the people we don’t want to listen to: parents, mentors, people who have experienced what we are going through. Our culture tells us to be independent, but God tells us to seek wisdom and walk in the ways of the wise. Then we will be blessed.
  • If we are not standing with sinners, then we stand with saints. This is hard, because it means admitting that there are people out there who are better at life than we are. And there are. I have perfectionist tendencies, so I don’t like admitting that I’m not good at something; when I stand next to someone who is better at something than I am I feel inferior and want to run away, but I should want to stand next to them and learn—especially if they are walking in God’s holy ways. It’s not to shame us, but to set an example. It’s a lesson in freedom I am still perfecting.
  • If we are not sitting in the seat of mockers then we are sitting in the seat of encouragers. I tell my students every day to be nice to each other. They tell me that they are only mean to the people they like. I think to myself how sad it is that in our culture it is more natural to say something mean to your friends than it is to say something nice and encouraging. But seriously, how much better do you feel about yourself when you get a text from someone saying ‘Good morning, sunshine’ than ‘Good morning, loser’? There is power in the words we use and mockers, even in ‘good fun’ just don’t bring blessings. It wasn’t what we were designed to do and it pains me to think about how many times a snide remark I’ve made (I’m more sarcastic than I’d like to admit) could have broken someone’s spirit and I didn’t even realize it.

But his [or her] delight is in the law of the Lord,

And on his law he [or she] meditates day and night.

He [or she] is like a tree planted by streams of water,

Which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither.

Whatever he [or she] does prospers.


Meditating is another action here. Meditating on the law day and night, but not begrudgingly, so that it becomes a delight. Or is a delight. It’s your joy to meditate on the law. It’s what you want to do. Crave to do. Can’t wait to do.

I feel that sometimes.

But not all the time.

I want to feel that all the time.

The simile—like a tree planted by streams of water—is the goal. We spend our entire lives searching for prosperity and the key is here. Delighting in the law of the Lord, day and night.

I’m always amazed at the way God uses nature in his word. Water, trees, etc. They are constant images over and over again (thus further proving my point about God being a Romantic), which goes to show that we are interconnected with his creation and as such can find rest there and in his Word.

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Not so the wicked!

They are like chaff

That the wind blows away.


A second simile juxtaposed here with the first. Nature again—the useless matter in grain harvesting blowing away instead of being kept to be used in the cycle of life. How depressing.

Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,

Nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous

For the Lord watches over the way of the righteous,

But the way of the wicked will perish.

The promise at the end is both beautiful and haunting. It is beautiful because we see an image of God looking over his people, those who strive to do well (the actions above), but we see the wicked blowing away. Haunting because the image is a hand throwing the wicked to the air, never to be caught up in a pocket of grace again.

I thank God each day for his pockets of grace, because I don’t deserve them, but he has given them to me anyway. Lord, thank you for watching over my ways. Give me grace, peace and a desire for your law and word. I want to delight in them so that I can be this tree.

                March 20, 2016

Questions to ponder:

  1. How is God’s law both delightful and powerful? Why would following it bring me blessing?
  2. If sinners are spread like the useless bits of the harvest, how do I continually bring myself back to the path of the righteous?
  3. How is God’s word nurturing like streams of water to the roots of my tall ever growing tree?

God is a Romantic

I’ve always been a realist. I like things to be tangible, logical, accountable. If I can see, taste and touch it then I can account for how and why something happened, make good decisions, and accurately assess the consequences—both good and bad. This is how I live my life. Boring? Perhaps. Predictable? I suppose. To me, it’s safe, understandable, stable…

It’s not that bad things don’t happen to me, that is not what I mean, but that I usually understand why both good and bad happen because I can analyze the reality of the situation…usually.

Unfortunately I was convicted this week by my safe, stable environment. The fact that my world is so secure, is not necessarily good. Because God is not a realist.

God is a Romantic, probably the ultimate Romantic. And the stories he writes for each of us is more beautiful and full of inexplicable, delightful acts of love full of as much passion as we will allow. And that’s just the thing. My nature is limiting to God. Not that I control him, but I continually try to control what he is and what he does in my life to keep everything in order. Safe. Secure. Real.

How depressing.

Instead of experiencing the awesome power and passion that God has in store for me, I try to tell God when and where I need it, like I know better than he does.

But I don’t.

Intellectually, I recognize this, but intellectually is really the problem so I am working on a heart transplant. Becoming more open, freeing myself from this mind trap of realism and shifting my attitude toward the possibilities. As I told my students when we studied American Romanticism: Romantics see what could be, realists see what is.

Expecting more from God invites him to work his incredible and awesome power into our lives, and that passion shakes things up and shows us what it means to truly be alive. After all, we should live, not just be.

So this is my prayer: Lord, free me from my own limitations. I want to see your power and presence at work in my life even if it rocks my world…especially if it rocks my world. Amen.

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