Reading the Psalms

I’ve been reading through the Psalms. It is kind of a tedious task for me (and I’m not proud of it) because there is a lot of repetition and I’m really not a poetry guy. I want to be a poetry guy and I try, but it doesn’t come easily to me.

One of my main observations so far is that the world of the Psalms is way different from my world. The Psalms are full of intrigue. Usually the prayer is about someone who wants to kill the pray-er and asking God for protection and help.

I have asked God for help many times, but as far as I know, no one has ever been out to get me. I mean, I have had little work rivalries and even some church rivalries where there was a mutual distrust and maybe even some ill-wishing. But I don’t feel like I’ve ever been threatened with death and destruction, nor have I wanted that for another.

Nearly every Psalm has some of that.

Today I read Psalm 71 and something hit home, though.

Verse 9 (NRSV):

Do not cast me off in the time of old age;
do not forsake me when my strength is spent.

Again, I don’t see this so much as a personal attack on myself, but I see it all the time where, as a class, older folks are forsaken.

Not by God, of course. But by mostly everyone else except those who make their living caring for old people.

And I’m thinking of especially the church. Church these days is for the young and vigorous, those who have something to offer. We have no voice anymore.

Maybe it has always been that way. I hope I haven’t disrespected old people the way we are disrespected. I don’t know.

But I will say that the Psalmists prayer has been answered in my life. God has not cast me off, nor has he forsaken me. Thank you, Father.

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