The psalmist does not stop talking to God even when fed on
the bread of tears or drinking from the bowl of weeping. When life laughs at us
and circumstances conspire to mock our hopes and dreams we tend to turn away
and wonder what good is God. But I suspect the psalmist gives voice to what we
know deep down – in the end there is nowhere else to go. “Stir up your strength and come to help us” and
the repeated refrain, “Restore us, O God” are prayed with a confident hope that
God hears the prayer even if God’s anger
“fumes” over things done and left undone, said and left unsaid. We know what the psalmist did not; the One at
the right hand of God is the confident hope of all prayer. He was made strong
for God's sake though that strength was made perfect in weakness and in the
darkness of his death we see the light of our salvation.
No comments:
Post a Comment