Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Poetry in Emotion

Psalm 13:1-2

How long, O LORD? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I take counsel in my soul
and have sorrow in my heart all the day?
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

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When we are under incredible burdens or in the depths of despair concerning some overwhelming challenge, the reasonable thing to ask God is Why? For what, O LORD? For what purpose is all of this happening to me? But, the psalmist doesn't ask why, precisely because the person who is in despair has little reasoning faculties left to call upon in conversation with God. The pain and oppression have worn away at reason and left nothing but a raw core of emotion. How long? When will this end? How long will you hide your face?!

Consider the sliver of hope that comes at the end of Psalm 13, train your mind to never let go of that hope, even in the midst of the most overwhelming trial, and then try to put into words the prayer of your heart, perhaps in words of desperation.

Try being honest with God; he can handle it.

Rather than defeat my own interpretation by offering a "reasonable" summary of this psalm, I'd rather quote a hymn and encourage you to make it your own prayer. May we continue to fight to remember how faithful He is, even when it appears that He has vanished.
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God Moves in a Mysterious Way
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.
Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.
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