SOMETIMES you just wake up and say, “Is there anything I
haven’t screwed up?”
You don’t say it out loud because someone might answer. He might
agree with you, which would make you feel bad. Or he might disagree with you
and tell you how wonderful you are, which would make you feel worse.
It’s hard to clearly assess one’s own life. If you compare
your achievements to others in your age group, you may feel either sad or smug.
I don’t have any grandkids—sad. However, at least I don’t have any incarcerated
offspring—smug.
And why should what my children are and do be my
achievement, anyway? Or my fault, for that matter?
(That’s just an example. I don’t obsess about my children all
day and all night. I obsess about a variety of things.)
That’s where my thoughts were going when I woke up way too
early Sunday morning. I tried to go back to sleep, but the voices in my head
wouldn’t shut up. So I took them downstairs and made them a cup of coffee and
turned on their favorite early morning TV show.
They still wouldn’t shut up, so I moved to my laptop and went
to www.biblegateway.com. I went
directly to Psalms, a haven for wretched people having bad mornings.
David was having a very bad week when he wrote Psalm 52. The
priest at a town called Nob had supplied him with food and a sword when David
had to go into hiding to avoid Saul’s death threats. Within a few days, revenge
landed on Nob. Eighty-give priests were executed, along with all the men,
women, children, and livestock of the town. (Read 1 Samuel 21 and 22.)
The first part of Psalm 52 is a diatribe against Doeg, the
man who carried out the slaughter on Saul’s behalf.
For the director of music. A maskil
of David. When Doeg the Edomite had gone to Saul and told him: “David has gone
to the house of Ahimelek.”
1 Why do you boast
of evil, you mighty hero?
Why do you boast all day long,
you who are a disgrace in the eyes of God?
2 You who practice deceit,
your tongue plots destruction;
it is like a sharpened razor.
3 You love evil rather than good,
falsehood rather than speaking the truth.[c]
4 You love every harmful word,
you deceitful tongue!
Why do you boast all day long,
you who are a disgrace in the eyes of God?
2 You who practice deceit,
your tongue plots destruction;
it is like a sharpened razor.
3 You love evil rather than good,
falsehood rather than speaking the truth.[c]
4 You love every harmful word,
you deceitful tongue!
5 Surely God will
bring you down to everlasting ruin:
He will snatch you up and pluck you from your tent;
he will uproot you from the land of the living.
6 The righteous will see and fear;
they will laugh at you, saying,
7 “Here now is the man
who did not make God his stronghold
but trusted in his great wealth
and grew strong by destroying others!”
He will snatch you up and pluck you from your tent;
he will uproot you from the land of the living.
6 The righteous will see and fear;
they will laugh at you, saying,
7 “Here now is the man
who did not make God his stronghold
but trusted in his great wealth
and grew strong by destroying others!”
I wonder if David thought, “I really screwed up. If I hadn’t
gone to Nob, all those people would still be alive. Because they helped me,
their whole town was wiped out.” If he did think that, he didn’t include it in
his psalm. Instead the psalm moves from deriding Doeg to describing David’s
life in God’s presence.
8 But I am like an
olive tree
flourishing in the house of God;
I trust in God’s unfailing love
for ever and ever.
9 For what you have done I will always praise you
in the presence of your faithful people.
And I will hope in your name,
for your name is good.
flourishing in the house of God;
I trust in God’s unfailing love
for ever and ever.
9 For what you have done I will always praise you
in the presence of your faithful people.
And I will hope in your name,
for your name is good.
The words David used are both soothing and empowering. Even
if they weren’t arranged in sentences, they'd be something substantial to grab
hold of.
flourishing trust unfailing love
praise hope
If the voices taunt me again tomorrow morning, I know what to do.
There are 149 more psalms.