But surely, God is my helper; the Lord is the upholder of my life.
He will repay my enemies for their evil. In your faithfulness, put an end to them.
With a freewill offering I will sacrifice to you; I will give thanks to your name, O Lord, for it is good.
For he has delivered me from every trouble, and my eye has looked in triumph on my enemies.
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Okay, today, the psalm is an ancient echo of what humanity has always understood as justice = Good people helped. Bad people punished. But this God started messing with our heads very early on. Today as I read this psalm some voice changed the punctuation that we insist upon. The sentences that sound so defiant and faithful with a period change dramatically when they morph into question marks. Go ahead, try it...read the psalm again with question marks. I'll wait. Told ya. The psalm that speaks the only form of justice that humanity has ever been able to produce suddenly hits quicksand. We understand justice as God helping us but we like the extra helping of our enemies getting squashed. When we hear these ancient voices through Gospel sounds, we cannot reconcile the voice of Jesus saying "Love your enemies." So the question marks float up from simple dots of punctuation like smoke from a fire. God's justice is merciful beyond our desire for revenge. We may never completely understand that until we break the plane between earth and heaven and discover who we are sitting next to at the table.
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Holy God, you certainly make life interesting. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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