Monday, July 30, 2012

Day 55:Psalm 55 How Much Can You Pile on God's Shoulders?

Dear Friends,
Have you ever wondered how much you can tell a person before they think you talk too much, that they think you are needy, and they run in the other direction when they see you coming down the school hallway? I sometimes wonder if David ever felt like that too. Could he have given God too much of an ear full? So many Psalms are about David's troubles and him crying out to God. Yet, God never tires.

Today  David writes this Psalm after being captured by the Philistines. He is probably freaked out, but he still finds his footing in God.  In verse one David states, “God I really need you.”  David is in trouble; people are slandering him; and he wants God to take care of the bad guys/ evil people. David is counting on God because he says, “And I trust in you” (V25).

I’d like to settle on trust for a moment and ask you if you trust God. Do you fail to take your least to the worst problems to God? Do you think you cares are trivial and why waste His time?  Do you think your problems are beyond God because of their intense pressure or “too big” for God?  Do you think your trouble will never end? If you answered yes to any of these questions, please reread Psalm 55: 22-23 (Message) one more time.

“Pile your troubles on God's shoulders—
      he'll carry your load, he'll help you out.
   He'll never let good people
      topple into ruin.
   But you, God, will throw the others
      into a muddy bog,
   Cut the lifespan of assassins
      and traitors in half.
   And I trust in you.”
God’s shoulders are big enough to carry your load. So pile it on deep and heavy. Like the preceding Psalm, God is willing to help you out. It says, “He won’t let good people topple and ruin.” He will sustain you, which means get you through. So, pile it on and trust in God!

Psalm 55 -A David Psalm

 1-3 Open your ears, God, to my prayer; don't pretend you don't hear me knocking.
   Come close and whisper your answer.
      I really need you.
   I shudder at the mean voice,
      quail before the evil eye,
   As they pile on the guilt,
      stockpile angry slander.

 4-8 My insides are turned inside out;
      specters of death have me down.
   I shake with fear,
      I shudder from head to foot.
   "Who will give me wings," I ask—
      "wings like a dove?"
   Get me out of here on dove wings;
      I want some peace and quiet.
   I want a walk in the country,
      I want a cabin in the woods.
   I'm desperate for a change
      from rage and stormy weather.

 9-11 Come down hard, Lord—slit their tongues.
      I'm appalled how they've split the city
   Into rival gangs
      prowling the alleys
   Day and night spoiling for a fight,
      trash piled in the streets,
   Even shopkeepers gouging and cheating
      in broad daylight.

 12-14 This isn't the neighborhood bully
      mocking me—I could take that.
   This isn't a foreign devil spitting
      invective—I could tune that out.
   It's you! We grew up together!
      You! My best friend!
   Those long hours of leisure as we walked
      arm in arm, God a third party to our conversation.

 15 Haul my betrayers off alive to hell—let them
      experience the horror, let them
      feel every desolate detail of a damned life.

 16-19 I call to God;
      God will help me.
   At dusk, dawn, and noon I sigh
      deep sighs—he hears, he rescues.
   My life is well and whole, secure
      in the middle of danger
   Even while thousands
      are lined up against me.
   God hears it all, and from his judge's bench
      puts them in their place.
   But, set in their ways, they won't change;
      they pay him no mind.

 20-21 And this, my best friend, betrayed his best friends;
      his life betrayed his word.
   All my life I've been charmed by his speech,
      never dreaming he'd turn on me.
   His words, which were music to my ears,
      turned to daggers in my heart.

 22-23 Pile your troubles on God's shoulders—
      he'll carry your load, he'll help you out.
   He'll never let good people
      topple into ruin.
   But you, God, will throw the others
      into a muddy bog,
   Cut the lifespan of assassins
      and traitors in half.
   And I trust in you.

http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+55&version=MSG

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