We can learn a lot from ancient Hymns.
I’ve been thinking through Psalm 139 while like already cracked pottery, friendships and family relationships suffer the rough handling of divisive social and political rhetoric.
Since so many people camped along the political fault lines in the US claim religious motivation for “bringing it on” in the spirit of their various parties, it’s balm to me to find a 3000 year old hymn writer who not only “got it” when it came to partisanship, but he found a resolution that can only confound the conservative vs. liberal camps in which so many Americans gather.
The Psalm writer had a burning itch – a desire for the end of his political enemies as enemies of God. But his left field conclusion emerged from his lifestyle of thoughtful meditation, a good memory, and the mercy of God. His reflection begins and ends with eyes on the everlasting.
My translation drawing on the ESV, Derek Kidner, and Robert Alter
Psalm 139:1 TO THE CHOIRMASTER. A PSALM OF DAVID.
O LORD, you have searched me and known me!
2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
You fathom thoughts from afar.
3 My path and my lair You winnow
and with all my ways are acquainted.
4 Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.
5 From behind and in front you shaped me,
and you set your palm upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high above; I cannot attain it.
7 Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
9 If I take wing with the dawn,
if I dwell at the ends of the sea,
10 Even there your hand leads me,
and your right hand seizes me.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,”
12 Darkness itself will not darken for You,
and the night will light up like the day, the dark and the light will be one.
13 For you created my innermost parts;
you wove me in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for awesomely I am set apart.
Wonderful are your works; my soul deeply knows it.
15 My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the utmost depths.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written,
the days that were formed for me, every one of them,
when as yet there were none of them.
17 As for me, how weighty are your thoughts O God,
How vast is the sum of them!
18 If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.
19 Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!
O men of blood, depart from me!
20 Who say Your name to scheme,
Your enemies falsely swear!
21 Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
22 I hate them with complete hatred;
I count them my enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me on the way everlasting!
It was probably King David circa 1000 BC who wrote this Psalm – but it doesn’t really matter who it is.
The lyrics take us on a journey that begins with formal reverence towards God, but with the same misgivings found in the book of Job for this God’s penetrative gaze and awareness from far away.
As if anticipating the prophet Jonah’s flight, the psalmist’s seems moved to flee from this God, from whose everywhere presence there is no cover. But as quickly he resigns to the futility of attempted escape. According to Kidner, the poetry for “everywhere” is one of the great stanzas of ancient literature.
The Psalmist knew his Torah, (the first five books of the Bible), was familiar with the recorded history of his people and it helped him process his ambivalent, uncertain feelings toward this God of Israel in the face of whom he seemed in this moment, like a pot in the hand of a potter (verse 5), utterly powerless.
Until he begins to contemplate his relationship as a creature with his Creator. That’s pretty intimate. All the details of his very chemistry, designed to make him uniquely who he is, from the moment he was conceived in his mothers womb. Epiphany!
A God with this much attention to his details is not going to abandon his fate to chance. The writer erupts in praise and worship for the first time in this reverie. And, he gains more profound insight. His very destiny was known and written down in eternity before he had any form at all. And all of this insight embedded implicitly in the scriptures he has memorized since childhood.
The effort of thought overwhelms him, he exclaims how hard it is to deal with the thoughts of God, and he may even have fallen asleep. Because he says, I awake, and I am still with you. Or perhaps like Job and Daniel after him, he refers to the resurrection of the dead where God will also be.
But being awake, the daily round beckons and then his greatest frustration crystalizes:
Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!
O men of blood, depart from me!
It has all the ring of a demonstration in a city center:
What do we want?
Justice!
When do we want it?
Now!
But in all fairness, he is bitterly pained by the aggressive manipulators of power in his courts. People trading off their own positions around him to fulfill their own agendas. And, they happen to be Israelites, church members, using the very name of God as a seal of approval for their aggressive, determined plans to bring down their political and social enemies. Does anything ever change? In any culture?
These were bloody minded people who destroyed their enemies in ways that David had a record of refusing.
Ah, ways and means of advancement in our lives do matter, when we remember God.
Even vehemently taking sides with God against these kinds of people doesn’t seem to satisfy the psalmist.
Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
There seems to be a pregnant pause before he comes to the resolution of his cry for justice.
It’s a patient resolve. A kind of – “OK, of course, it begins with me.”
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
24 And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me on the way everlasting!
He remembers who is the best judge in these matters. He pleads for mercy himself, with his eyes on the prize – resurrection – not his Empire of Israel ambitions. And he rests his case.
Memory for us needs to kick in here too.
Since then, justice has been met, the wicked was slain – Jesus as willing scapegoat for the rest of us. That would be us? The ones Jesus names as wicked. All off scott free. So why are we judging others?
Here’s where it’s beyond invention – Jesus had every reason to avoid God, and flee from his destiny, but he puts his complete confidence in the God of the Jews, whom he called our Father, and literally ran to embrace his destiny – for the joy that was set before him.
What seems left out of the story lately in Christian circles, the Psalmist hadn’t forgotten – judgment is coming. The time of mercy and reconciliation, the time in which we live, the commission of forgiveness and healing offered in Christ, is followed by the actual return of the King that the Lord of the Rings only pointed to. Christ comes as certainly the second time as he came the first, only this time according to the prophets and Gospel writers, to usher in completion – Behold I make all things new! The new is preceded by a final historical judgment. The Psalmist did well to rely on resurrection rather than politics.
There’s a picture of departed saints murdered for their reconciling work across the ages, given by another poet, John, in the last book of the Bible, Revelation. They utter the same cry we heard from the Psalmist – How long O Lord? When might Christ avenge their unjust deaths? He asks them to be patient a little while longer. Perhaps we should all be glad there is time left to change the way we think and act. The Psalmist resolves his angst in that way.
Across the fault lines of US society, with our focus here and now and on which party should rule, we treat one another pretty badly. And, it seems pretty clear amongst religious groups, we’ve a bloody failure of memory for even the most ancient and basic of truths. Christ came to save sinners, of which I am the worst.
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