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  • Psalm One Hundred Twenty

    David complains about his exile

    I was in trouble, Lord, and I cried out to You,
    You heard my cry, and You came to me.
    Save me, Lord, from the lies and the gossip,
    for they are the weapons used by my enemy to hunt me.
    I know what will happen to them, Lord,
    I know You will punish them for their sins.
    They will be damned in battle and war,
    their cities razed in fire, their bodies pierced with arrows.
    I am sad and full of woe, for I cannot go home,
    I must wander in the land of Mesech,
    I must live in the tents of Kedar.
    I am sorely troubled, Lord,
    that I could not make peace with Saul.
    For I am for peace, the peace You give freely,
    but Saul has rejected You as he has rejected me.
    Saul is consumed by hatred and war.

    Arrogance and Confidence

    Sometimes reading the Bible can be like watching a tag team match on WWE. In this case, David, dressed in a sheepskin robe and out of reach of his partner, is being body slammed by the opposition. Saul and his boys are winning, or so it seems, and they are the guys you love to boo. Meanwhile, our hero is whining and complaining to the referee while the team in black tights and scary masks continues to pummel him to the mat, but never pinning him.

    Eventually, David manages to reach his corner, and his partner, God the Almighty, wearing a white robe and a crown of glory, steps into the ring to whoop ass and take names. So at the end of the match, David is beat up and bloody while God is unscathed. And the crowd goes wild.

    So why didn't he jump in sooner? Probably because David need to learn a lesson. You see, David, like Moses, sometimes forgot who was in charge. So sometimes God let him get his ass kicked around, just to remind him of the pecking order.

    I know this it the way God operates, believe me. When I remember to let the Spirit guide my day, everything moves along like a fine tuned watch. When I start thinking I am in control....not so much.

    There is a certain amount of fealty involved in being a Christian, which is in many ways the direct opposite of pragmatism, which is the classic American mindset. Pragmatism is inherently arrogant, and being a stanch believer in the American way, there are a few traits I'm still working on. Fealty is among them.

    So how do I resolve these seemingly diametrically opposed philosophies? Lots of prayer, of course, and lots of study. I haven't gotten there yet, but I take comfort in something we teach our children in Sunday school.

    “Be patient. God isn't finished with me yet.”

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