The Unmeasurable One

Psalm 71:15 is a verse worthy of memorizing. “My mouth will tell of your righteousness, of your salvation all day long, though I know not its measure.” Here in a nutshell is a truth we all need to grasp fully. We will never, ever plumb the depths and heights of who God is. We can measure, and study, and ponder all our lives long and be far short of seeing all of who He is. Beyond that, what is His righteousness, and how do we define it? The ultimate standard? The last Word? Or is it His holiness? Or His lack of darkness? We can exhaust ourselves trying to understand the inexhaustible God of all.

His salvation is another thing that is greater than our measure. Much of the church has reduced it to a simple formula “Come to Jesus and be saved!” In that reduction mush has been lost to us, for salvation incorporates His gift(s) to us which are without number, as He is. It is restoration, wholeness, purpose, dignity, delight – to name a few. When we begin to see just a bit of what that truly means then we cannot stop talking about it, just as the Psalmist said. “I will tell…all day long.” Far better to do that than trying to measure the immeasurable God.

Bent Backs

I am not the first person to note that some things are added to the Scriptures by Holy Spirit from time to time.  We KNOW that that phrase or verse was never there when we read it the 29 times before. Somehow, it was sneaked in and now jumps off the page clamoring for our attention, much like the little child who jumps up and down saying “Notice me! Notice me!”
My attention was drawn to Psalm 146, one of the great Hallel psalms of praise. I was reading it in the New English Bible, which is not my “regular” Bible.  Verse 7b to 9:

“The Lord feeds the hungry and sets the prisoner free. The Lord restores sight to the blind and straightens backs which are bent; The Lord loves the righteous and watches over the stranger; The Lord gives heart to the orphan and widow but turns the course of the wicked to their ruin.”
I had never seen this closely enough to have it register. What a promise!  Recently I was talking with someone who is concerned about a daughter with scoliosis. This promise has risen within me as a sure word, and an effective word to bring healing to those who suffer. Where the medical profession has few answers, God has the solution.

Praise The Lord, indeed.  Hallel, hallel.
It is also found in Psalm 145:14. The NIV has it as “The Lord lifts up those who are bowed down; the NEB says “straightens back that are bent.” 
A sure word from Scripture is one to meditate, pray and declare, to see those with bent backs, whether from physical or emotional oppression, stand erect once more.

Odd

The waitress for our table was extolling a shrimp dish they offered. “O, no thanks,” I said, looking like I didn’t want to be poisoned. “You can’t eat shrimp?”  Her expression indicated she thought I was very odd. “Too bad. I’m so sorry!” Although I assured her I had lived many happy and satisfying years without shrimp, she walked away shaking her head, unconvinced.

In the same way, when I say that I have not turned on the TV in months, I am looked at as being really odd. I don’t fit the norm. How can I live or enjoy life without chillin’ in front of the tube? Odd, indeed. I know there are those who have the set on almost 24/7, who eat, sleep, baby sit the children and make love by its flickering light. But five minutes of its noise, its subliminal message, is all it takes to jangle my nerves and put me on edge.

Being outside the norm in today’s society immediately makes me suspect. And a bit scary.  We all like to sort people into known groups, things we can understand. Anyone who falls outside our classification system is therefore an unknown, and the unknown makes us nervous.

Since the advent of the television era, we have been captivated by watching stories or drama, whether fictional or news events, unfold before our eyes. Over time it became possible to tell stories with fewer and fewer words, creating and resolving an issue in a 30 second commercial. Gradually, our community attention span has dropped down from reasoned essays to short sound bites. Now if a video clip is longer than five minutes, we tend to skim right by. Too much trouble. Reading fell by the wayside as TV has consumed more of our time. “Read through three paragraphs describing the Norwegian countryside? Don’t have time. Just show me a picture.”

Much more is lost by the fall-off in reading than simply less library usage. Being acclimated to the picture story, we don’t have to think; the thinking has been done for us by those who filmed and directed the camera or drawing board. As an author paints a scene with his word brush, readers engage his or her mind with their own imaginations, developing their own ideas along the way. When I read about a fish breaking the pond surface in pursuit of a fly, I bring my own experiences and history to bear, seeing in mind’s eye something that may be a blend of two different locales, something I have co-created with the writer. But when we watch it on TV we don’t have to think; the pond is there before us. In effect, having a steady flow of pictorial input removes all need to exercise the mind or process ideas. 

Spoon fed pictures and input lead in short time to a habit of no thinking. There is no exercising of process needed. We become accustomed to the lazy mind, taking in without realizing it the thoughts and beliefs of those who prepare the input. In no time “they” have become the controllers, and we, the unwashed, conditioned public, are the controlled. A society so conditioned is then easily led like lemmings to the nearest cliff.

I would rather be odd, thank you.