Come, let us sing for joy to the LORD! Let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let
us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song. (Psalm
95:1-2)
As I write this, I can't pretend
that I am in the mood to sing for joy to the Lord. I don't want to come before
Him with thanksgiving. I want to stand at the footstool of His throne and,
bluntly, play Satan (the Accuser). There are people who claim the name of
Christ who seem to me to be hateful and slanderous. I want to tattle. I want to
be like David when he sings "Shatter their teeth!" (Or at least spank their bottoms!) not like David
when he sings "You are the Rock of our salvation!"
The fact is that now is precisely when I need a "Rock of our salvation." I need to be rescued from my attitude. I need a God who is a rock, who isn't afraid of me, who loves me and won't leave me because I'm imperfect, or because I'm angry. So right now is precisely when I can and should thank Him for being the Rock of our salvation.
The other night, I spent a large amount of time questioning God about myself. Something from The Hunger Games series came to mind: Katniss curled up in a ball, repeating "My name is Katniss Everdean...." That was one of the few things that were rock solid in her mind. I found myself using that same formula, "God, You are God...God, You are God." That is my rock and for that I am thankful especially when so much else seems like sand filled with sand burs and fire ants.
The fact is that now is precisely when I need a "Rock of our salvation." I need to be rescued from my attitude. I need a God who is a rock, who isn't afraid of me, who loves me and won't leave me because I'm imperfect, or because I'm angry. So right now is precisely when I can and should thank Him for being the Rock of our salvation.
The other night, I spent a large amount of time questioning God about myself. Something from The Hunger Games series came to mind: Katniss curled up in a ball, repeating "My name is Katniss Everdean...." That was one of the few things that were rock solid in her mind. I found myself using that same formula, "God, You are God...God, You are God." That is my rock and for that I am thankful especially when so much else seems like sand filled with sand burs and fire ants.
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