Psalm 31: A Hard Journey for David and for Me

In so many of the Psalms, especially those of David, there is a raw—almost painful—honesty. I’ve been emphasizing Psalms in my devotions this year. I’m impressed anew with the openness of these prayers and songs of worship.

 Take Psalm 31 for instance. It came up in my reading for today. In verses 1-8, David utters a number of statements of dependence on and trust in the Lord.

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•       He says he has “taken refuge” in the Lord (1).
•        In verses 2-3, refers to God as a “rock,” “stronghold,” and “fortress.”
•        He is confident of the Lord’s guidance and deliverance in verses 3-4.
•        He commits his spirit to God’s keeping (5) and trusts in Him (6).
•        He clearly aligns himself as standing on God’s side (6).

From these verses, one could get the idea that David is above it all, but we see something else appearing in verse 7. By the time we get to verse 9, it is an outright admission, “I am in distress.” When I go back and read those words of faith and affirmation in the light of the confession of verse 9 they take on a different character. I can hear a measure of desperation in David’s voice. He’s holding on by his fingernails. In verses 9-13, David pours out a description of his troubles, and they are troubling.

I’ve been there, living in the dissonance, seeking to hold onto what I know about God in the face of evidence that many hold up as proof that the Lord doesn’t care about me at all. We can turn to other portions of Scripture, particularly in the New Testament, that tell us about patience that comes from tribulation, refining of our spirits, and lessons of holiness learned in the school of pain, but let’s not go there too quickly. Let’s let the voice of the Psalmist, raw though it is, speak to our hearts. I need to take time to listen to the Holy Spirit’s stirring in my heart, asking, “Howard do you ever feel like that?”

“Yes, Lord, sometimes I do.”

“So, my son, what are you going to do about it?”

Beginning in verse 14, David begins his journey back toward daylight. His requests are consistent with the affirmations he made in the Psalms opening verses. Look where he comes out.

As for me, I said in my alarm,

“I am cut off from before Your eyes”;

Nevertheless You heard the voice of my supplications

When I cried to You.

             O love the Lord, all you His godly ones!

The Lord preserves the faithful

And fully recompenses the proud doer.

             Be strong and let your heart take courage,

All you who hope in the Lord.^[1]

David expressed this whiplash-inducing journey in one brief poem. I suspect it took him longer to live it than to write it. I know it does me.

Lord, help me to come to the right conclusion.

 

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^[1] New American Standard Bible: 1995 update. (1995). (Ps 31:22–24). La Habra, CA: The Lockman Foundation.

My Ears and Eyes Smell Something That Concerns Me

 I'm not going to do the research, or present a word/article count. I'm just going to ask a question. It is a question akin to, "Do you smell something burning?"

Have you noticed the frequency with which articles and even bills being considered by state legislators no longer refer to "pregnant women" but, rather, talk about "pregnant persons?" 

A bit of thinking and looking--I'll leave it up to you to do some investigation--will show the reason behind this language shift. In the new scheme of things, it is possible for a person who is a biological female, a woman (a human who from conception has the XX chromosome pairing, and who as a result typically has the ability to bear a child) to declare themself to be a male, a man (a human who from conception has the XY chromosome pairing, and who as a result typically has the ability to impregnate a woman) to become pregnant. I realize the previous sentence is complicated. I left it that way because the reasoning it is dealing with is complicated. Go back and parse it and think about it. Here is the simplified version.

In other words, if one accepts the doctrine of gender fluidity it is possible for a man to be pregnant. So one can't/shouldn't/mustn't speak about pregnant women. One needs to use the more general terms "pregnant people," "pregnant persons," or "birthing persons."

So, I pose the question more generally and simply:

Do you smell something?

Marriage: Capstone or Cornerstone?

 A Christianity Today article "Don't Diss the Early-Married," caught my eye this morning. In my humble opinion, it is an article of particular value to those who occupy the profession that was mine for most of my adult life--pastoring a small to medium-sized local church.

One of the catch-statements that I used to describe one aspect of my ministry was (I suppose still is), "I'm not in the marrying business, but I am glad to help build Godly Christian homes." Looking back on a forty-year + career it is clear to me that being involved in that family-building process has been one of the most important elements in doing lasting work--leaving something behind that will impact the world in a positive way for generations to come. "How to best do that?" is a very important question.

When a woman and man decide to "plight thee my troth" to one another, and they desire to involve the church including a pastor like I used to be in the process, it seems to me that some questions need to be answered.

• Who? 
  Biblical teaching on marriage indicates that there are people that one should not marry. Perhaps I'll pick that up in another post at another time.
• How? 
  I always made it a practice to require that grooms and brides-to-be go through premarital counseling. Actually, I think that the modeling of good family life within the church and the systematic teaching of the Word of God, which has a lot to say about families, is more important than those few sessions together. It is beyond doubt, however, that churches and pastors ought to address the question, "In this post-Christian, post-modern, (dare I say?) post-common-sense world in which we live, how does one build a Godly home?"
• When?
  When I look at my grandparent's generation, my own, and now the generation of my grandkids, I see that the age at which the typical couple marries has gone up. This is an observation that is verivied in the CT article, "Don’t Diss the Early-Marrieds." In many ways this this article is a follow-up to an article CT published thirteen years ago, "The Case for Early Marriage." It is this "When?" question that I want to highlight for a moment.

As I have already said the trend in our part and time of the world is for couples to marry later. Obviously, the matter of couples cohabiting prior to marriage is a factor, but not the only one. The recent CT article observes, for instance,  "The “capstone model” [referring to the later marriage trend] says you are supposed to have all your ducks in a row—education, some professional success, and a clear adult identity—before you marry." Is this a sentiment that is in line with the Biblical value system? For many, it is not. Way too often it reeks of materialism and hedonism. 

The question of "When?" is not just an individual question that needs to be put before prospective marriage partners; it is a societal matter that relates to the (if we can believe the surveys) nigh unto universal involvement of couples in premarital sex. Two trends overlap in a way that ought to interest those of us who are seeking to teach a Biblical, traditional Christian view of sexual morality. While the age at which people marry has been going up, the age of puberty--when a person can have, and usually wants to have, sex has been going down. Douse that with a liberal anointing of total freedom of self-expression with all societal restraint of free sexual expression removed and you have a big problem. 1 Corinthians 7:1-8 was written to a group of Christians who lived in a culture that was rife with sexual license. My target audience knows enough to put the statement into context, but the closing words of this section of Scripture are relevant to the topic. "[I]t is better to marry than to burn with passion." Yet the model that is put before those who are most likely to burn, folk in whom the flame was lit earlier than in the loins of their ancestors, says, "Wait! First, you need to get your education [which increasingly means not only a four-year college degree but post-grad work, as well. Get a good car, perhaps buy a house, and get some money in the bank." 

The church goes along with this trend at of peril undermining one of its important tasks--that of helping to build Godly families.

As the title of my blog implies, my view of the world is somewhat limited. Nevertheless, I'll close with a personal observation. As I look back over my ministry I note several families that began with marriages involving people who were clearly in the process of becoming. Their marriages were not capstones to early adulthood of personal achievement. They were more like the beginning of a mutual project. As I think about Bob and Susan, Pete and Carol, or Sally and Rob, who are now grandparents (not the couples' real names) I see that the Lord has given me the opportunity to push back against some of the destructive trends of the age in which I lived. In the right sense of the word, I'm proud of these families that God allowed me to have a part in. I'm glad they got started sooner rather than later.

(In case you didn't read the article I referenced, let me point out that it makes a distinction that I endorse. Neither the authors of the article nor I are encouraging teen marriage. While, by God's grace, some teen marriages end up producing wonderful families, far too often the marriage of two immature individuals is a faulty foundation that is not able to bear the weight of a solid family.)

A three-thousand-year-old hymn, a seventeen-year-old, a retiree, and social media:

 Bear with me if you will. As the title line would imply, I begin this post with several strands. Hopefully, I'll be able to braid them together.

Less than a year ago, I retired for the second time. I'm still working on what life is like for a guy, who in the words of a friend, "Reports only to God and his wife." For most of my adult life, having a regular quiet time with the Lord has been a struggle. Many of you are still in the battle of carving out time for what you know is most important when so many other things scream at you with urgent pleas. I figure one of the things I should do with my less demanding schedule is purposefully spend more time with the Lord. Psalms is a book of worship, so I decided that this year I would spend the first half of each month reading through the Psalter. I'm reading these ancient poems in different translations. This month I'm reading the NIrV, the New International Readers Version. It is translated so a fourth-grade reader can understand it. Its short, direct, no-frills structure produces an "in-your-face-ness" that grabs my attention.

Psalm 39 got in my face this morning. If you read it you'll notice that, like many of the psalms, this poem is the expression of someone in distress. David's "heart was deeply troubled." So much so that he wanted to know when his life would end. The psalm is full of plaintive pleas to God. The last words of the Psalm powerfully sum up David's emotion. "Leave me alone. Let me be full of joy again before I die.” 

I've been there. In my years as a pastor, I've seen it and heard it in the lives of many. In recent times, I often read Psalm 39-like complaints/pleas on Facebook. I assume they can be found on other social media, as well. I almost always cringe at these posts of lament. Sometimes I say in my heart, "How sad that this person doesn't have someone close enough, who cares enough, someone they trust to whom they can pour out their heart." Other times, or sometimes at the same time, I think, "This isn't going to turn out well. This person is looking for help, but they are 'looking for love in all the wrong places.'"

This brings me to the part of Psalm 39 that struck me in the face this morning. The second part of verse one says, "I will keep my mouth closed when sinful people are near me.” What wisdom! What difficult to apply when I am hurting wisdom!! 

Fifty-five years ago, though I probably didn't quite know it yet--for sure, I didn't understand it, yet--I was in love with Kathy Marsceau. My heart was bursting with a desire to talk about how wonderful, and sensitive, pretty, and talented this lovely red-headed, sweet-smiling, piano-playing, kind--dare I think it?--Howard-loving young lady was. I soon found, though, that there were places and times when I dare not talk about her. 

I suspect it is still the same, but in those days a guys' locker room after athletic practice was such a place and time. I found that if I just mentioned that I was going to see Kathy later that that comment would be enough to elicit all sorts of vulgar words and looks from my comrades on the wrestling team. I soon made a decision, not unlike the commitment David made in Psalm 39:1. I never mentioned Kathy's name in that maleness amplified environment.

When our heart is full, be it overflowing with sorrow or joy, to quote another of David's psalms, we had better pray, "Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips!" (Psalm 141:3 ESV) As David warns in Psalm 39, it is not only what I mean by my

words, but what the wicked may do with my words. 

As Jesus counseled us, “Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before pigs, lest they trample them underfoot and turn to attack you." (Matthew 7:6 ESV)

New International Reader’s Version. (1998). (1st ed., Ps 39:1). Zondervan.

New International Reader’s Version. (1998). (1st ed., Ps 39). Zondervan. 

What's wrong in Washington, and beyond?

 I posted a shorter version of this several weeks ago on Facebook. I decided it is worth cleaning up and posting here.

I heard the news this morning that Senator Joe Manchin, from my neighboring state of WV, killed President Bidens Build Back Better Bill.

While I'm so far from being a political pundit that I had to check the spelling of the word, I seriously disagree with that. Further, I don't think the reasoning behind that cause of legislative-death post-mortem is purely, or even mostly, political. It is but one example of the way things are in our world today.

At this point, I'm not saying whether President Biden's bill is good or bad. I am saying that it was killed by one outworking of the extreme partisanship of today's US political landscape, which is but one outworking of the postmodern zeitgeist which is the air which we all breathe.

No doubt there are many good things in the President's expansive proposal. Other things, not so much. It used to be that decisions like this were made on the basis of appealing to people of goodwill to do what is right or more right than wrong, or at least the best we can do in the current circumstances. Statesmen (persons), realizing that no manmade proposal is perfect, weighed the pros and cons. There was recognition that each representative represented a different constituency with a different set of interests. Some representatives had lines of conscience or stubbornness that they would not cross. Deals and accommodations were made. Backs were scratched. While such maneuvering often involved party alignments such legislation was often passed in a bipartisan manner. The common interests that crossed the aisle were of more importance than the partisan, unshared, interests of each side.

As I look out through my keyhole, I see an entirely different scenario. Two party machines meticulously--dare I say ruthlessly--maintain conformity to the party line in ways that differ only in degree from the methods of absolute dictators or Mafia dons. "Do what I say or I will make you suffer." In this encounter, the sides were almost evenly matched. The one vote differential allowed no room for defection. Again, from my perspective, it didn't appear that the expectation was that we can win this because "truth, the welfare of the nation, kindness, and responsibility are on our side." Instead, the expectation of victory was, "We have one more vote than the other side." I quickly add that it also appeared to me that the other side based their hope for victory or defeat on similar mathematical logic. Except.

I'm not arguing whether the Senator from my neighboring state did the right thing. As I look at the situation I don't see any other conclusion than that he thought he was doing the right thing. I figure he will pay a price for it. In that sense we clearly need more politicians like Senator Manchin.

Above the political rhetoric and maneuvering an overall principle reigns, "My party, right or wrong." I hope some lessons are learned from the current impasse. The lessons for those elected to serve us in government should be obvious, but in our eagerness to point our fingers at those we have elected are we neglecting to see how this applies to those of us who do the electing? Do we focus too much on those who are able to get things done and too little on the things they want to get done.? Is it that the people in power aren't doing the right thing or is it that we aren't putting people who think rightly in power? Or, perhaps it is both.

I think clearly the defeat of this mammoth bill points out something that's been obvious, but too seldom spoken, for quite a while, now. His Excellency Emperor Partisan (and I'm not giving this title to any particular person but to the whole syndrome that reigns) is buck naked.

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Pastoring, in regard to matters of sexuality and marriage is more complicated than it used to be.

 I guess I should be glad that I've entered the emeritus phase of my ministry. Pastoring, especially in regard to matters of sexuality and marriage has certainly gotten more complicated. I'm not, however, comfortable in just ignoring these matters. For one thing, Old guys like me are frequently asked to perform weddings. Given the right circumstances, it is something I'm glad to do. Secondly, I regard my years of experience as a trust. I think I have an obligation to help the next generations of shepherds. For these, and other, reasons I maintain an interest in the increasingly complicated realm of pastoral ministry in the sexual/gender/marriage realm.

In that regard, I recommend two articles that have come my way recently;

1. A blogpost by Gene Vieth, https://www.patheos.com/blogs/geneveith/2021/11/should-couples-and-their-pastor-reject-marriage-licenses/
   Vieth is a Lutheran, and as such interacts with a report that came from the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod. I encourage my pastor-buddies to read the report. As a baptistic, conservative Evangelical, I find it helpful. The report is linked in Veith's post. Veith gives a good summary of the report. Basically, Veith and the longer report ask some post-Obergefell questions and offer some answers and counsel that are worth considering. My oversimplified summary is that the article's position is that the Supreme Court's Obergefell decision didn't really change anything for a faithful pastor's practice. SCOTUS clearly misdefined marriage, but it didn't do so in a way that requires we shepherds of God's flock to do so. (Might that happen? Maybe. Realize, though, that while some slopes are slippery, not all are. I say for now we should be vigilant and try to drive in some stakes on the sloping terrain wherever and whenever we can.)
2. A second article, by Al Mohler, asks a question that I've seen come up several times, lately, though I don't remember exactly where (there are reasons why I'm emeritus). Here is the article. https://albertmohler.com/2021/11/10/briefing-11-10-21?utm_source=Albert+Mohler&utm_campaign=b40e1c087c-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2019_04_08_09_12_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_b041ba0d12-b40e1c087c-307975913&mc_cid=b40e1c087c&mc_eid=20aa58364c
   The question posed is a fine-line kind of distinction but one that in my humble opinion needs to be considered. Again, IMHO, I think that way back in the last century those of us who seek to hold to a Biblical view of gender/sexuality lost a significant semantic battle. That loss led to, or contributed to, a significant point of confusion. Is it proper to speak of a "Gay Christian"? Or even more pointedly, a "Gay Celibate Christian"? 

Pastors in the 2020s are faced with questions that weren't out there in the 1970s when I began my ministry. The requirement to be faithful to the Word remains the same.

Knees, Stairs, Numbers, and My Wife's Advice

 Going up and down stairs takes more effort than it used to. The effort is not only physical, it's mental. I remember going up stairs two at a time. Now I often think about a joke:

When I was twenty I took stairs two at a time.

When I turned forty I started taking them one at a time.

Now that I'm sixty, I take the elevator.

The joke's funnier when it's told out loud. Getting just the right inflection and rhythm on the last "take" is important. Timing is often important. Thankfully, my mind is still relatively quick. My feet have slowed down, though. I can remember coming down stairs in sort of a controlled fall. Though I've always been far from graceful, I was able to kind of flip my feet, sliding over the edge of one stair, barely catching the next, just enough to slow my descent to a manageable rate. There was some danger in coming down stairs that way. As I look back, though, it didn't seem that great. A sprained ankle or a broken arm wasn't that big a deal. I'd get over it. Actually, I think more about that controlled-fall descending style, now, looking back than I ever did when I was doing it. Back then it was automatic, so was climbing the stairs. In fact, I didn't really climb them. I just walked, or even ran, up them, as I said, sometimes two at a time. Now, I think about them. I want to be sure that each foot is firmly planted before I trust my full weight to the change in elevation that is coming. Do I do the one step at a time method, letting my stronger right leg do most of the work? Especially if I'm carrying something that is a good option. (Or is it a tempting option?) Or do I give my left leg the exercise it needs? You know, "Don't give in." Since I live in a house with three stories I quiz myself on that several times a day. So far I'm passing the test. The answer key is, "Did he fall?"

Not only do I think about how to go up and down the stairs these days, I think about what thinking about stairs means. This is where my wife's advice comes in. She is a proponent of thinking young. Don't talk about being old. In many ways, I agree. A case can be made that a number is an arbitrary thing. On the other hand, numbers are most useful when they are attached to something meaningful. Having twenty dollars in my wallet is much better--twenty times better in fact--than only having one. When it comes to stairs, having seventy-one years is worse than having twenty-one. I'm well aware that modern medicine and a greater emphasis on health have allowed us, on average, to stay more active longer than our grandparents but that only goes so far. I'm at the age now when I take greater note of those who are five, ten, or fifteen years older than me. Sometimes I take note when I read their obituary. I think of the lightning speed with which the last year passed and . . . well, you complete the thought. If I don't get my foot placed right on that fifth step coming down I could waste six months of what's left in surgery, in a cast, on a walker, or worse. I could see the surgeon about getting a new left knee--I like my titanium right one--but again the subtraction factor enters in, and like stairs, surgery isn't a sure thing. Do I leave well-enough alone, or should I choose to fix what's no longer good enough? My wife is right; focusing too much on being old detracts from making the most of the life we have. Yet, there is wisdom in learning to number our days.

I'm sitting in a chair, now, so I can think about that. When I'm on the stairs, I can't be distracted. I guess that is sort of my paradigm for living right now. Some years ago a friend of mine said, "When you get to be my age you don't concern pay the extra money to put the thirty-year shingle on your house." I visited my friend's house not long after he died. Sure enough, it needed a roof, but the twenty-year shingles had out-lasted my buddy. I think he was wise to use his limited resources on the twenty years he had rather than focus on the ten he didn't have. Of course, I know he was just playing the odds.

The bottom line about all of this is really no different than it was back when I twenty-one looking forward to the next fifty years, which is now the last half-century. What really matters is using my days, however many or few they be, to the glory of the God of eternity. 

For now, I have more stairs to climb. Pray for me.