Was reading this morning in Psalm 69, a prophetic writing pointing to the abandonment and agonies of the Messiah as He would suffer for the sins of his people.
It’s pretty gruesome. When Jesus is called “Man of Sorrows” in the famous hymn, this psalm can easily be viewed as source material. Mocked. Scorned. All His earthly friends slinking off in the other direction so as not to share His humiliating (and undeserved) fate.
Alone. A target for the arrow of God’s wrath, taking it Himself so that all those who’d believe in Him would be freed from it.
Being overly uptight (internal wiring that is very slow to change!), I have often worried about reaching the “baseline” of being acceptable to God – sinful and flawed person that I am. Yet, looking at this psalm, I see that it is folly to think this way. God also “sets me securely on high” – He hears the needy, sets the prisoner free, and revives the heart. It’s not about me.
But more – what about the finish line? Will I make it through the treachery and trouble and evil that surrounds me (inside and out)? In wonderful imagery, we are assured that we’ll inherit the chosen city (Zion) and dwell there. God’s salvation is not just a one-time event, to get us to the baseline. It’s an every-moment care, all the way to the finish line.
Which makes today a happy day. For this overly-intense person, a day to learn more how to be carefree. To learn a lesson from the background picture on my computer monitor and live as a spring flower, soaking in the rays and letting growth happen.
Because, ultimately, it’s not up to me. And that’s a good thing…