This is War!

Psalm 144

“We’re not yet out of gunshot of the devil” —John Bunyan

Blessed be the LORD, my rock,

who trains my hands for war,

and my fingers for battle. —144:1

Life is war: One skirmish after another. We win a few and we lose a few with fresh battles every day. 

As I look back on my life I must say that youth was a continuous battle to overcome my passions; in my middle years I was besieged by a need to make good. Aging poses a new set of challenges, not the least of which is dealing with losses.

Aging is all about attrition. All the things we’ve spent a lifetime acquiring begin to slip away. Learning to deal with each loss is the spiritual challenge for our last years.

They say that every battle plan is jettisoned in the fog of war. Precision and certainty go out the window. I find myself clueless this morning. A recent loss bewilders me. 

I know no strategy for dealing with this diminishment; no tactic to meet it. I can only entrust myself to God, my rock, who has been faithful through all the years. He must train my fingers for battle and my hands for war.

David Roper

2.22.17

Loneliness

Psalm 142

"He wants not friends that hath Thy love” —Richard Baxter

According to the superscription, David wrote Psalm 142 "in the cave" (of Adullum), making it a companion piece to Psalm 52 (Cf., 1 Samuel 22:1,2). David had fled the Philistine camp in which he mistakenly thought he would find a home. Forced out, he found himself on the run again, friendless and alone.

Look on my right hand and see,

For there is no one who wants to know me;

No place of refuge;

No one asks about me (142:4).

I think of those that have reached "length of days" and are unloved and uncared for. Friends and family have forgotten them.

I see them everywhere—in retirement communities, in homeless shelters, on buses and park benches—"silent sentinels of neglect," as someone has said. My heart goes out to them in their loneliness and despair. Three Dog Night was right: "One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do."

Here in this poem, David turns from his loneliness to one who cares for him like no other. One who listens; one to whom he can pour out his soul.

"I cry to you, O LORD; I say, “You (and you alone) are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living" (142:5). He finds that God is all he needs for as long as he lives. He is there for you as well.

"What a friend we have in Jesus..."

David Roper

2.20.17

Bale and Boote

Psalm 38

My heart is about to break; I'm burned out,

the light has gone out of my eyes. 

My loved ones and my friends avoid me like the plague,

those who used to be close to me now run away (Psalms 38:11,12 The Message).

The more we need help, the less we attract it. Even our loved ones and friends "avoid (us) like the plague." That's because neediness is off-putting. Hardly anyone likes to be around a deeply troubled soul. Most people have enough trouble of their own. 

There is One, however, who's not put off by our neediness, who never cuts and runs. He understands our sorrow; He hears our sighs (38:9). 

And because He is Himself "a man of sorrows," He is able to sympathize with us and comfort us as no other can.

We should then, "draw near to Him with confidence that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need" (Hebrews 4:16).[1]

"When bale (need) is att hyest, boote (help) is nyest." So goes "The Ballad of Sir Aldingar." And so I pray with David, "Make haste to help me, O Lord, my salvation!" (38:22).

David Roper

2.16.17

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[1] It occurs to me that our friends and loved ones can't help us anyway. They can only point us to the One who is our help.

Unseen

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

And waste it’s sweetness on the desert air. —Thomas Gray

There is a lesson in the flowers: they are willing to offer themselves where there is no one to appreciate them.

Am I willing to serve Jesus in some obscure place? Unknown? Unheralded? Unseen? Living in quiet obedience, loving and praying, and little more?

Am I willing to run that risk for Jesus sake?

David Roper

2.13.7