A song of ascents.
I call on the Lord in my
distress, and he answers me. (Psalm 120:1)
“The
world is falling apart!”
“I don’t
know what I’m supposed to do!”
“Help!
Lord, this passage says You’re supposed to answer me in my distress.” I watch my
watch for ten seconds. “Why aren’t You answering? You promised.”
I think
we all think things like these sometimes. None of them quite measure up to the
distress mentioned in the passage. “Songs of ascents” were a little like
whistling by the graveyard or something you might sing when walking through a
tough neighborhood in the four hours around midnight (the most dangerous time.)
The singers were going through the mountains to reach Jerusalem, and thieves and
wild beasts frequented the same roads. The song speaks of a plea for help that
has an immediate threat.
As I
look at my various recent and current distresses, some were real, but most
weren’t urgent. Regarding the things I seemed most often distressed
about, the reality comes down to three factors: I wasn’t getting my way, I wasn’t
in control (which is almost the same thing), and I was bored. At the moment of
calling, I doubt I’d have admitted that any of these were true, but as I have
thought about it today, I have wondered how many times my prayers for help aren’t
because I’m not being entertained.
I’m not
going to claim your unanswered distress calls have the same causes, but it
might be enlightening to you to ponder why you call on the Lord - what is the
source of your distress?
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