Psalm 88: O Lord, my God, my Savior, by day and night I cry to you. Let my prayer enter into your presence; incline your ear to my lamentation. For I am full of trouble; my life is at the brink of the grave.
In a TV show I watch, a young detective undergoes an interview for a supervisory position. When asked to tell about herself, she hopes to convince them of her trustworthiness. She tells them, “I’m a safe pair of hands.”
The human existence, fraught with mortality and its attendant fear, begs for “a safe pair of hands.” The psalmist seeks that care when he asks of God, “Let my prayer enter into your presence; incline your ear to my lamentation.”
The writer goes on to assume that his troubles have actually come from God, a leap I am not inclined to make but also one I am unable to refute. I do not know if God visits trouble upon us. I cling to the idea that God saves us by offering the eternal in place of all the trouble that comes upon us, whatever the origin of that trouble.
Like all persons, I will endure difficulties, large and small, in my days on earth. I know that some of those difficulties will be self-inflicted, or will result from other human evil or failings. As for the inexplicable problems, do they come from God? I do not know.
Amid all the evil that befalls us, I will always see God as a safe pair of hands.
1 Maccabees 1:41-63; Revelation 20:1-6; Matthew 16:13-20
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