Thursday, March 25, 2010

We'll Understand It Better By and By

Psalm 102
1 Hear my prayer, O LORD;
let my cry come to you.
2 Do not hide your face from me
in the day of my distress.
Incline your ear to me;
answer me speedily in the day when I call.
3 For my days pass away like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.
4 My heart is stricken and withered like grass;
I am too wasted to eat my bread.
5 Because of my loud groaning
my bones cling to my skin.
6 I am like an owl of the wilderness,
like a little owl of the waste places.
7 I lie awake;
I am like a lonely bird on the housetop.
8 All day long my enemies taunt me;
those who deride me use my name for a curse.
9 For I eat ashes like bread,
and mingle tears with my drink,
10 because of your indignation and anger;
for you have lifted me up and thrown me aside.
11 My days are like an evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.
12 But you, O LORD, are enthroned forever;
your name endures to all generations.
13 You will rise up and have compassion on Zion,
for it is time to favor it;
the appointed time has come.
14 For your servants hold its stones dear,
and have pity on its dust.
15 The nations will fear the name of the LORD,
and all the kings of the earth your glory.
16 For the LORD will build up Zion;
he will appear in his glory.
17 He will regard the prayer of the destitute,
and will not despise their prayer.
18 Let this be recorded for a generation to come,
so that a people yet unborn may praise the LORD:
19 that he looked down from his holy height,
from heaven the LORD looked at the earth,
20 to hear the groans of the prisoners,
to set free those who were doomed to die;
21 so that the name of the LORD may be declared in Zion,
and his praise in Jerusalem,
22 when peoples gather together,
and kingdoms, to worship the LORD.
23 He has broken my strength in midcourse;
he has shortened my days.
24 "O my God," I say, "do not take me away
at the mid-point of my life,
you whose years endure
throughout all generations."
25 Long ago you laid the foundation of the earth,
and the heavens are the work of your hands.
26 They will perish, but you endure;
they will all wear out like a garment.
You change them like clothing, and they pass away;
27 but you are the same, and your years have no end.
28 The children of your servants shall live secure;
their offspring shall be established in your presence.

The paslmist is depressed. He is lonely, feeling forsaken, crying, miserable, can't sleep, and his enemies loom large in his thinking. Everything is going wrong. No one understands. He wonders if he will accomplish anything or if all his plans will be cut short. Ever been there? Me too.

Even when still struggling, the singer of songs makes a deliberate choice to take his eyes off himself, struggle up out of his pity party, and look instead at God. His days are shortened, but God endures forever. He does not understand, but God knows all about it.

God's ways are right, and even when we do not sense God's pleasure or presence, we can affirm, as the psalmist does, that God will have compassion, and answer. There is a sense, in these rather desperate words, of the big picture--that God is at work, that down through the generations God's name will be praised--and when the time is appointed it will be made right. May we do what we are called to do so that a generation yet unborn will praise the Lord!

Here's an old southern gospel song. I don't know why that's the music that I'm finding lately, but it is another of the ones I grew up hearing. Live in the sunshine...we'll understand it all by and by.


Sally said...

" Even when still struggling, the singer of songs makes a deliberate choice to take his eyes off himself, struggle up out of his pity party" thank you for the reminder

Dorcas (aka SingingOwl) said...

((((Sally)))) You are welcome. I'll struggle up with ya!