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Cure for Identity-Crisis: Psalm 139 O
Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. Do
you feel insignificant occasionally? Other athletes run faster: Another
businessman is more successful. Other ministers can preach better: Another
writer has a more creative grasp of words. No matter how talented and gifted
you may be, there is usually someone who is better, faster or more creative. At
times, it may seem that anyone can do anything better than you. You
know when I sit down or stand up. You know my every thought when far away. Modern
science doesnt help much. The universe is ever expanding while our planet in
comparison seems just an inconsequential speck. Computers do our work and do it
faster and more efficiently. Its easy to look around and feel
insignificant.
This is especially true around Christmas when the whole world seems to be
rushing on in a frenzy of shopping and partying. If you are not a part of the
hustle and bustle: What is wrong with you? Are
you having an identity crisis? You are not alone and God has a cure called
Psalm 139. Would
it surprise you to find that the author of Psalm 139 was having his own
identity crisis? David, the slayer of giants, gifted poet and powerful king
actually doubted himself? Its true and those doubts make Psalm 139 one of his
best. If you divide the Psalm into four equal parts you will discover David
asking and answering important questions about his struggle for self-identity. U
Does God really know me? Im confused!
You chart
the path ahead of me and tell me where to stop and rest. Every moment you know
where I am. (v3) This is an active sentence for an involved God who
cares about every moment of your life. Matthew 10:30 adds, the very hairs of
your head are numbered. Does God really know you? Intimately! U
God seems so far away? Im lonely! I can never escape from your spirit!
If I go up to heaven, you are
there; if I go down to the place of the dead, you are there. (v7) The
promise is pretty clear that wherever you go, God is always there. Are you
feeling abandoned? God is in the midst of those feelings. How close is
God to you? Close enough to really care! U
Did God really make me? Im worthless!
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and
knit me together in my mothers womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully
complex! Your workmanship is marvelous
(v13) Here
is a beautiful image of God carefully working within your mothers womb to
create the miracle that will soon be born: you. How were you made? God
carefully and deliberately made you precious in His sight! U Will God really protect me from evil? I am so afraid! If only you will slay the wicked, O God! At first, David
expresses righteous indignation towards those who hate God, which doesnt offer
much help. After all, evil still exists. But then in horror, David realizes
that evil is not just in others
it is also deeply rooted in him and in a more
humble tone, he concludes: Search me, O God and know my heart; test me and
know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me and lead me
in the way everlasting. Instead of looking to God to protect him from others, David
begins to look deep within and asks God to thoroughly examine him and remove
the offenses. Will God protect you from evil? Absolutely! Are
you having an identity crisis? Psalm 139 claims God knows you intimately and
always promises to remain close enough to really care. God carefully and
deliberately made you and will protect you from wickedness by removing the evil
from within. The proof is in the Psalmists own life as God transforms a lowly
shepherd boy into a mighty king. Ray
Boltz sings about David and Gods cure for identity crisis in, Shepherd
Boy. But when others see a shepherd
boy, God may see a king. Even though your life seems filled with ordinary
things. In just a moment, He can touch you and everything will change. When
others see a shepherd boy, God may see a king. This week, allow the potent
touch of God to examine your heart and cure your shepherd boy self-image and
bring out the king in you. Merry Christmas.
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