Psalm for a Pandemic Summer 3 Psalm 6
The Psalms were written in ancient Hebrew so we read then in
translation. They come from a specific
time and place that was much different from ours. They make specific reference
to the enemies that threatened the normal life of Israelites thousands of years
ago. Many of their enemies were
neighbouring states. Our current enemies
are harder to define: an unseen virus,
a racist history, entrenched prejudice, systemic structures that
perpetuate what they were intended to correct.
It is hard to rail against an enemy that you can’t quite define. Yet rail we do for if we don’t the buried
anger can eat away at us.
1 O Lord,
do not rebuke me in your anger, or discipline me in
your wrath. 4 Turn, O Lord,
save my life; 6 I am weary with my moaning; 8 Depart from me, all you workers
of evil, | God, don’t be angry with me. Give me a break. Be kind because I am really struggling. I am scared of where all this is going. I am not even sure that I will get through alive. Do you want me to die, God? What good would that do? You would have one less person praying to you. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t move. I feel like I am wasting away and no one cares. But you care, O God, don’t you. You will hear my cry for help. All those people who are causing trouble, Terrorist, racists, criminals, gangs, corrupt politicians, amoral executives, hackers and marketers, spreaders and deniers, All those people, you will deal with them Won’t you? I am not sure what to do, but you, O God, know. I will listen for your Voice and obey your Word. I will know peace and joy because, you God, hear my prayer. |
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