I will call on the Lord,
who is worthy of praise,
for he saves me
from my enemies.
The Lord lives!
Blessed be my rock!
May the God of
my salvation be exalted
Psalm 18:3,46
Do you remember the pictures from the streets of New York when our victory in World War II was being celebrated.
The iconic picture shows a sailor dipping a pretty young lady and planting a victory smooch upon her lips.
Celebration.
This Psalm is a victory celebration. It is a song of triumph. It is unvarnished praise. In fact, it's joyful enough that Christians still sing these words to God's victorious provision.
In Scripture's small print notation that begins Psalm 18, this song is labeled:
A psalm of David,
the servant of the Lord.
He sang this song to the Lord
on the day the Lord rescued him
from all his enemies and from Saul.
Sing! Praise! Victory! Yes, God is good.
But for how long do you tend to sing? Do you focus on the blessings or defeats? Is your glass half empty or truly full with God on your side?
Do you take God's blessings for granted?
That's one of the points of a famous story in ----. Jesus healed ten lepers. Only one came back to say thanks. "Where are the other nine?"
As a reminder to sing praise and quit taking our blessings for granted ... Don't be like the one leper who waited to see if the healing was real. Don't be like another who wondered if they ever really had leprosy in the first place. Don't be like another who figured he'd find a more convenient time to say thanks. Don't come up with any of six other six or sixty other excuses. Just praise!
In Christ's Love,
a guy who is praising
(the morning I'm writing this
is the morning I'm finding out
Pastor Nate and Greer's
baby was born, and
every ten seconds
I'm hearing Mary Louise's
text message "bing" sound,
as ML and Greer's small group
celebrates the good news)
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