I have to say, I read these Psalms with a heavy heart. Its been a long last week of ministry. Life is going at a hectic pace. And then I awake to the news out of Wisconsin. A gunman walked into a Sikh temple and shot people in prayer. Its not ok. Its awful. My heart is heavy.
So, when I read another Psalm about smiting our neighbors and cutting the cords of the wicked in half (129:4), my heart breaks. I wonder if its Psalms and sermons and songs like this that convinced the gunman to walk in and shoot someone in prayer. I wonder if what we teach has convinced people to hate.
Yesterday in our Youth Service, the Rise, we talked about the Question, "If we believe that Jesus is the Way, why are there so many religions?" I rethought what I said. Or tried to say. I tried to say, we need to respect and love people of other faiths because God could be trying to find their own spiritual paths to bring them to Jesus. BUT we need to talk to them about Jesus, because Jesus is the best, strongest, most wonderful revelation of God. The truest form of Love. The best form of peace.
That's what I have found so missing from these Psalms, and from so many churches. But then Psalm 130 got there. The Psalmist cried out to God from the depths (130:1) and talked about the soul waiting (130:5). Then it talked of the redeemer, the lovingkindness. I can see Jesus in this Psalm.
That's what I needed this morning--a little Jesus. Did you find him too?