I read the words of the Psalmist and wonder what it must be like to be persecuted so much.
You see, while I know that there are people who don’t particularly like me,
there are people who think I shouldn’t be a minister,
there are people who would actively work to undermine my attempts to be faithful,
while all those things are true,
I don’t really have enemies like the Psalmist experienced.
It’s hard, at times, to connect with the level of emotion expressed here.
don’t I get angry at the large corporations who see their workers as mere pawns in pursuit of profit;
don’t I abhor the systems of oppression that harm others;
don’t I get frustrated with political attitudes which ignore your call to take care of one another,
which say that what is most important is our own personal gain?
When I think of these things,
I too could say:
“Go Get ’em God!”
“Wipe them from the face of the earth!”
“Give them their due!”
here’s the problem.
You see I too participate in those systems of oppression;
I too sometimes put my needs and desires over the needs of others;
I too should often be the one who you are out to get.
The Psalmist had a good reason for expressing his anger, his rage, at those who persecuted him.
We too should be able to express such pain.
we can’t remember that we too aren’t perfect;
that these others are your children in need of your grace;
that we are called to love, not hate.
my prayer today focuses on your Word in verse 9-10.
Brother Eugene put it this way:
But let me run loose and free, celebrating GOD’s great work,
Every bone in my body laughing, singing, “GOD, there’s no one like you.
For when that is a part of my life,
then the love comes,
and the anger goes.
Free my heart O God.