Sunday, March 10, 2013

Lent 25 & 26

I wonder if I ought to feel badly about missing a day of a Lenten discipline? If I should, this was the wrong day for a handful of readings about not being a slave to the Law. Although I don't know that Lent is a law, is it? Well, I'm fairly certain I could make one of these verses about freedom work in my favour...

Because all the New Testament readings were confusing and weird, I'm going to spend my heart in the Psalms this morning. And also because probably my heart needs to live there for a while, regardless. It is on my list of favourite things, the usefulness of the Psalms for giving words to what our heart needs to say; a reminder that there is very little of this journey that treads where no one has tread before.

Sometimes things in this life are smaller than they appear.  They loom large and take over my thinking and feeling and living.  They become all I can see.  Psalm 90 helped me to step a few strides backwards and see those things for what they are. A bit.

"For a thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night. (...) Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." (v. 4 & 12) When my long wanderings and wondering over the why's and how's of report cards seem critical and urgent, thinking of life over a thousand years takes the edge off.

There is more here, but not any more I can bring myself to write down. So I'm just going to read this over and over and over again today and see where that gets me.

Psalm 90

A prayer of Moses the man of God.

Lord, you have been our dwelling place
    throughout all generations.
Before the mountains were born
    or you brought forth the whole world,
    from everlasting to everlasting you are God.
You turn people back to dust,
    saying, “Return to dust, you mortals.”
A thousand years in your sight
    are like a day that has just gone by,
    or like a watch in the night.
Yet you sweep people away in the sleep of death—
    they are like the new grass of the morning:
In the morning it springs up new,
    but by evening it is dry and withered.
We are consumed by your anger
    and terrified by your indignation.
You have set our iniquities before you,
    our secret sins in the light of your presence.
All our days pass away under your wrath;
    we finish our years with a moan.
10 Our days may come to seventy years,
    or eighty, if our strength endures;
yet the best of them are but trouble and sorrow,
    for they quickly pass, and we fly away.
11 If only we knew the power of your anger!
    Your wrath is as great as the fear that is your due.
12 Teach us to number our days,
    that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
13 Relent, Lord! How long will it be?
    Have compassion on your servants.
14 Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,
    that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
15 Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us,
    for as many years as we have seen trouble.
16 May your deeds be shown to your servants,
    your splendor to their children.
17 May the favor[a] of the Lord our God rest on us;
    establish the work of our hands for us—
    yes, establish the work of our hands.

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