“He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my
defence; I shall not be moved.” (Ps 62:6 AV)
There
is one word that jumped out at me. Only. Not God and something or someone else. He only!
He alone! Our problem is we have
our hope in God plus something else. God
and our spouse. God and our church. God and our government. God and science. God and our abilities. God and our health. God and our doctor. God and the statistics. God and our finances. God and our educational institutions. God and the media. God and our friends. God and the internet. David wrote this Psalm sometime around the rebellion
of Absalom. In fact, there are a good
number of Psalms written with that event as the backdrop. The most significant ordeal David ever went
through was the rebellion and consequent death of his own son. When David left Jerusalem he had a very small
contingent willing to aide him. The vast
majority of Israel went after Absalom.
This was similar to Saul’s pursuit of David but ramped up tenfold. David could not initiate any hostilities
against his own son. He couldn’t because
it was his own son. When David said God alone
was his hope, he wasn’t kidding. We
also want to notice the exclusivity of the object of faith as it relates to the
depth of faith he has. Making God alone the
object of one’s faith serves to strengthen that faith, not weaken it.
I
don’t care for flying. Well, let me clarify. I don’t like taking off or landing. As long as I don’t think about it, the in-between
isn’t all that bad. The funny thing is,
if one must fly, one must learn to place his or her trust in one single
individual. The pilot. There is no other choice. There is support one can lean on. The structure of the plane has some safety
about it. Knowing it can stay aloft for
a time even in the midst of power failure.
It can still glide. As we saw, a
plane can even land in a river. There
are flight attendants who can calm the nerves.
There are pills one can take to make the trip a bit easier. But when all is said and done, the traveler’s
life rests in the capable hands of one person.
The one behind the controls. Years
ago, to overcome my fear of flying, a friend of mine gave me a discovery flight
for my birthday. That is when a trained
pilot takes a novice up and allows that greenhorn to fly the plane. This pilot allowed me to take the plan up and
fly around. To and from Chicago from
Milwaukee. It was a blast. It was fun because, at any moment, she could
take the controls and fly the craft herself.
She controlled the rudders while I controlled everything else. That is until we came in to land. She coached me through it but I could feel her
strength overpowering my input. I
finally took my hands off the yoke and said she had the plane all by herself. Before that, it was her and me. Knowing I was out of my league, I surrendered
full control to her. A great relief came
over me because I knew the moment I surrendered any input and gave it 100% to
her, we would be safe.
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