Monday, November 16, 2009

Psalm 142

Wow, the abundance of all these "my"s. I love it! "My" is a wonderful intimate word, especially when we live in a world that tells us we ought to not think of our own little issues. Ever had to deal with one of those smug ministers who steps up to the pulpit and makes you feel so small as he proceeds to tell you that if you're really spiritually advanced, you must think of the larger picture and not focus on yourself. 

But God's workings in human life is often on the small issues. St Paul says we should cast all our care on God because God cares for us. Not just our large cares, or our important cares, or cares the world deems valid, or family cares, or world cares. God cares about the tiniest things and he can be as glorified in helping us find the perfect peanut butter if that's what our kids need to he can in healing a toothache or a cancer. 

This psalm makes us aware that God is aware of me, myself, my and I.

Thou, God, seest me


Psalm 142

 1I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
 2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
 3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
 4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
 5I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
 6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
 7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

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