Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Tuesday - Psalm 88 - God Understands All Things

The author of Psalm 88 was a man by the name of Heman.  He was one of the sons of Korah, a Ezrahite who possibly dabbled in music.

Psalm 88:1 - "O LORD, the God who saves me, day and night I cry out before you"

Have you ever felt like you have hit bottom?  The psalmist is so low that he even despairs of life itself.  Although everything is bad and getting worse, he is able to tell it all to God.  This is one of the few psalms that gives no answer or expression of hope.  Don't think that you must always be cheerful and positive.  Grief and depression take time to heal.  No matter how low we feel, we can always take our problems to God and express our anguish to him.

Psalm 88:13,14 - "But I cry to you for help, O LORD; in the morning my prayer comes before you. 14-Why, O LORD, do you reject me and hide your face from me?"

When writing this, the psalmist was close to death, perhaps debilitated by disease, and forsaken by friends. Perhaps you, are not so afflicted, but you know someone who is.  Consider being a prayer companion for that person.  This psalm can be a prayer you can lift to God on his or her behalf.

Psalm 88 / New International Version

O Lord, the God who saves me;
    day and night I cry out before you.
May my prayer come before you;
    turn your ear to my cry.

For my soul is full of trouble
    and my life draws near the grave.
I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
    I am like a man without strength.
I am set apart with the dead,
    like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
    who are cut off from your care.
You have put me in the lowest pit,
    in the darkest depths.
Your wrath lies heavily upon me;
    you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.
You have taken from me my closest friends
    and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
    my eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, O Lord, every day;
    I spread out my hands to you.
10 Do you show your wonders to the dead?
    Do those who are dead rise up and praise you?
11 Is your love declared in the grave,
    your faithfulness in Destruction?
12 Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
    or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
13 But I cry to you for help, O Lord;
    in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 Why, O Lord, do you reject me
    and hide your face from me?
15 From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death;
    I have suffered your terrors and am in despair.
16 Your wrath has swept over me;
    your terrors have destroyed me.
17 All day long they surround me like a flood;
    they have completely engulfed me.
18 You have taken my companions and loved ones from me; 
    the darkness is my closest friend.

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