Dave — thanks for being a modern
day Psalmist!
Not exact matches
At least this is the hope of the
psalmist, who is dying of thirst, whose only sustenance has been the salt of his own sorrow: «My tears have been my food
day and night.»
Centuries earlier the
psalmist and later the writer of II Peter wrote, «Do not be ignorant of this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one
day is as a thousand years and a thousand years is as one
day» (3:8).
«You formed my inmost parts,» the
Psalmist prays, «you knitted me together in my mother's womb... Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the
days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them» (Psalm 139:13, 16).
Jewish messianism, because it proposed a purpose to future history, also qualified the old faith of
psalmists in the trustworthiness of a God who made each
day meaningful on its own terms.
We, too, often take fresh heart because the dawn of another
day causes new hope to spring up within us, and we can re-echo the
psalmist's words, «Tears may linger at nightfall, but joy comes in the morning.»
Then, when our thinking is done, the
psalmist invites us to pray about those
days, lifting our total selves to God and asking God to deal with us out of steadfast love.
Abraham is told that Israel's affliction will last for four hundred years; the
Psalmist prays: «Make us glad as many
days as thou hast afflicted us, and as many years as we have seen evil.»
He knew as a
Psalmist had written: «If I say, «Surely the darkness shall cover me, and the light around me become night,» even the darkness is not dark to you (0 God); the night is as bright as the
day, for darkness is as light to you.»
(Psalm 73:17 - 19) But deeper than this unsatisfactory solution, this mere postponement of justice to a later
day, went the real answer to the
psalmist's question.
But in the
Psalmist's
day, there was no such thing as atheism.
On January 8, the
day Richard died, I was praying Psalm 51 and was struck as never before by the
psalmist's prayer: «Give me again the joy of your help; with a spirit of fervor sustain me.»