I got locked out of my account and it some work to remedy that situation, hence the lack of posts. But we’re back.!
Here’s a quote from Bill Hull I used in my teaching yesterday on Psalm 121:
The heart of hell is a soul focused only on itself and its own needs at the expense of others. It’s very unlikely we will experience much joy or abundance if we’re constantly monitoring, evaluating, bemoaning, or pridefully exulting in how poorly or how well we are doing.”
“Grace is so hard: it is an offense to our survival mechanisms and to every system of reward and punishment by which we’ve survived life. We are simply unready and untrained for grace.” Bill Hull
Have you ever been in a tight spot?
Where I went to school, as an undergrad, we had a busy street that many students walked across. The school responded by placing three stop signs incredibly close to each other to keep cars from speeding through and running over people.
Anyone who drove this street cursed these proximal stop signs.
One night, around 2 am, I blasted through all three stop signs (since not a soul was around). I was immediately pulled over and slapped with four moving violations (speeding and running three stop signs).
A $400 ticket.
I freaked out. My life was over. I had no way to pay that sum and opportunities I hoped to participate in evaporated before my eyes.
I was in a tight spot.
Psalm 118 provides us with a beautiful image: “When hard pressed, I cried to the LORD; he brought me into a spacious place” (v. 5).
A spacious place.
Room to breath and run and be free.
My story ends well. The judge, for reasons I will never fully understand, let me off the hook. I went to traffic school and had the whole incident erased from my record. I owed nothing.
Grace. A spacious place.
After every birthday and Christmas time my mom would bust out a box of stationary and my sisters and I would get to work.
Thank you note time.
I never liked this exercise…I would always mess up a word or sentence and have to re-write the whole thing. It seemed tedious and involved too much work.
Now I love thank you notes.
I love receiving them and I love writing them. As I get older I feel like “thank yous” have become a precious commodity. Gratitude is rare in a culture of entitlement.
Psalm 100 is a psalm for giving grateful praise. It is a thank you note.
Beyond politeness and pleasantries, thank you brings us very close to the heart of God.
Gratitude and grace are intertwined.
Are we able to see good gifts in our lives? Are we able to say thank you? Do you need to get work on those notes?
Give thanks. Give thanks. Give thanks.
There are bleak Psalms and then there’s the 88th Psalm. It doesn’t get much darker than this:
“You have taken my companions and loved ones from me; the darkness is my closest friend.” (v. 18)
At times the question is raised: are the Psalms biblical? “Biblical” is a loaded word and sometimes it can get thrown around in unhealthy ways. And yet it is a fair, and intriguing, question, especially in light of the hopelessness of Psalm 88.
How does this belong?
If you try to fit Psalm 88 into a neat and tidy theological framework it doesn’t hold…you have to rationalize it away or not read it.
But it’s there. Right between the musical joy of 87 and 89.
And that might be the point. The psalms are not an instruction manual
or a theological treatise,
they are life.
And sometimes life is happy
and full of singing and rejoicing,
and other times life is painful
and full of darkness.
The point is not to try to distill a lesson from psalm 88. Just let it be there.
Because, sometimes there is no answer.
Sometimes there is no resolution.
Sometimes there is only darkness.
This Psalm opens with a note: David has been sold out by Doeg the Edomite. Doeg’s thrown him under the proverbial bus and now Saul, David’s number one enemy, knows how to find David.
Saul’s going to kill David.
Psalm 52 reminds me of rap music. You know that moment when a car passes you and you can feel the low-end of some jam pumping through the stereo so loudly that is rattles your rib cage? That kind of rap music.
Angry, ticked off, someone-is-out-to-get-me-but-they-are-going-to-get-it-first rap music.
Psalm 52 and rap music remind us that there are people out there who “boast of evil,” who “grow strong by destroying others.” It is a reality of our fallen world.
I hope this Psalm helps you hear rap music in a different light. More importantly, I hope it helps us realize that sometimes there are destructive people in our lives and they are out to get us. And it’s ok to call it what it is.
May you find your hope in the name that is “good” (v. 9) and not in any other name.
Perhaps the most interesting aspect of Psalm 34 is the historical footnote provided in the heading: “Of David. When he pretended to be insane before Abimelek, who drove him away, and he left.”
So David pretends to be insane to get himself out of a tight situation then reels off a perfect hebrew alphabet acrostic poem of thanksgiving in response. Because that’s what you do when trick Abimelek!
The creative process is fascinating to me. You never know when or where inspiration will strike.
Psalm 34 is incredible. Some of our favorite lines from any Psalm can be found here (see vs. 8, 13, 14, 18). This Psalm and it’s intro remind me to pay attention.
God is always at work,
inspiration might strike at any moment,
and something beautiful just might be birthed in this moment of craziness.
Is your radar on?
Are you paying attention?
And when God moves in your life in an unmistakable way what is your creative response?
My final year in college my dorm burnt down. That was the icing on a turd cake of a year. The twin towers fell a week into school. A kid overdosed on my floor and died in his sleep. A girl in my small group passed away over spring break in a tragic car accident. My girlfriend broke up with me.
Then the dorm caught on fire.
I remember watching it burn and being overwhelmed by a number of feelings. The thought running through my mind, though, was “really God, now this? How much more do you expect me to take on?”
We’ve all had rock-bottom moments. “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” (Psalm 22:1)
David did such a good job of capturing that moment, that feeling, that Jesus quoted him.
Think about that.
The Psalm makes no effort to explain suffering, it just lays out in brutal honesty how much it sucks. And then, far from tying a happy bow on tragedy, David resolutely grounds his hope in a righteous God who gets the last word, who has to win. Life is hard, but God gets the last word, and that word is hopeful.