It’s been said before, yet for some reason it never gets old. Especially when we find that it’s been written on the hearts of humankind over a couple thousand years ago. The lamenting is universal. The revelation, inevitable. The hope, eternal.
This is how we avoid the pitfall of normal. This is how we live on the Faith’s razor edge. We return to these words and cling to them with a wild determination. We cannot ever afford to move away from this mantra in our heads or hearts. And so I submit these excerpts of Psalm 39. Nuff said.
3 The more I thought about it,
the hotter I got,
igniting a fire of words:
4 “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.
5 You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”
6 We are merely moving shadows,
and all our busy rushing ends in nothing.
We heap up wealth,
not knowing who will spend it.
7 And so, Lord, where do I put my hope?
My only hope is in you.
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12 Hear my prayer, O Lord! Listen to my cries for help! Don’t ignore my tears.
For I am your guest—
a traveler passing through,
as my ancestors were before me. ......