Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Deeper than the rolling sea.

Return, O LORD; how long will you tarry? be gracious to your servants. Satisfy us by your loving-kindness in the morning; so shall we rejoice and be glad all the days of our life. Make us glad by the measure of the days that you afflicted us and the years in which we suffered adversity. Show your servants your works and your splendor to their children. May the graciousness of the LORD our God be upon us; prosper the work of our hands; prosper our handiwork. Psalm 90:13–17

The Psalmist doesn’t mess around. “Afflicted” is a pretty strong action verb. There is nothing easy about these days with which we have been entrusted. But the easy garden life only led to curious conversations with the Evil One.

Pain and sadness drive us back to His bosom.  It is in His lovingkindness that we rejoice and nothing else. It is through His grace that the work of our hands prospers. It is not we ourselves, less we boast and confuse ourselves with thinking we are gods.

And the refrain that echoes throughout today’s reading is a plea: remember how frail You have made us. We are each broken creatures, beautifully and wonderfully made, but busted, and in the process of restoration.

And the point of the advent season is to remind us that He is all in, with outstretched arms, totally committed to the healing process. He is not some force who started the big ball spinning and then took one giant step backwards, to watch from a distance.

He is the good shepherd who seeks those who are lost, willing to lay down His life for the wandering sheep.

I shall not want.

A choice.

To rejoice in His green pastures and His cool waters.

I will be glad.

A decision.

May I see His works and splendor.


Magnify the LORD God.