Answer me when I call,
O God of my righteousness!
You have given me relief when I was in distress.
Be gracious to me and hear my prayer!
O men, how long shall my honor be turned into shame?
How long will you love vain words and seek after lies? Selah
But know that the Lord has set apart the godly for himself;
the Lord hears when I call to him.
Be angry, and do not sin;
ponder in your own hearts on your beds,
and be silent.
Offer right sacrifices,
and put your trust in the Lord.
There are many who say, “Who will show us some good?
Lift up the light of your face upon us, O Lord!”
You have put more joy in my heart
than they have when their grain and wine abound.
In peace I will both lie down and sleep;
for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.
The psalmist has provided helpful instruction here for when I am fearful.
The final verse is the one I rehearse almost nightly. Just last night I had to use it so that I could fall asleep more quickly.
After the women of the Fundamentalist Latter-Day Saints church had their children unlawfully taken from them by the US government, I’ve been thinking too much about the inevitability of it happening to other people of faith. Not just people of faith, but also people who homeschool their children.
Our government went in without warrant, on a false accusation, and stripped hundreds of children from their homes and families.
If that isn’t a violation of our Constitution, I don’t know what is.
And did anyone apologize? Is anyone speaking out against what they did?
So, last night I was thinking about the possibility of it happening to us. I recalled Weisel’s book, Night, in which he recounted how the Nazis walked into his village one day. Over a few weeks, the citizens grew accustomed to their presence. The next thing they knew they were being pushed onto trains headed for concentration camps. And I thought of all the ways I am the frog in the warming kettle, turning a blind eye to the slow stripping of freedom in America.
I had to stop myself! I was fretting over something that hasn’t even happened, and (oh, how I pray) may never happen.
I do that with all kinds of situations, though, not just the one I’m admitting to here.
So, David reminds me that, though the enemy may surround me and I am in distress, I can look to the Lord and know that I can call to him, He will hear, He will answer, He has set me apart, He will not abandon me, and I can sleep and rest in His grace and protection over my soul and the souls of my children.
Any other person or law I look to for protection only gives me false sense of protection. I will rest in Christ alone.
Update: I just realized that I didn’t include a quote from Spurgeon this time. Oops!! I’ll add it now, if that’s alright. Expounding in verse 7, Spurgeon writes,
“It is better,” said one, “to feel God’s favour one hour in our repenting souls, than to sit whole ages under the warmest sunshine that this world affordeth.” Christ in the heart is better than corn in the barn, or wine in the vat. Corn and wine are but fruits of the world, but the light of God’s countenance is the ripe fruit of heaven. “Thou art with me,” is a far more blessed cry than “Harvest home.” Let my granary be empty, I am yet full of blessing if Jesus Christ smiles upon me; but if I have all the world, I am poor without him.
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