Another
affectingly simple little Psalm is part of the lectionary next Sunday. It is Psalm 123…
To you
I lift up my eyes, to you enthroned in the heavens.
As the
eyes of servants look to the hand of their masters, and the eyes of a maid to
the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the Lord our God, until
he show us his mercy.
Have mercy upon us, O Lord, have mercy, for we have had more than enough of contempt, too much of the scorn of the
indolent rich, and of the derision of the proud.
This
is linked with the epistle reading for next Sunday -- Paul speaks movingly of his personal,
evidently chronic illness or handicap… whatever that was… and how God said to
him, My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness.[1]
But
first, the Psalm. Servants (or slaves… the
word is the same in both Greek and Hebrew) are completely reliant on the will
and protection of their master, and serving maids on the hand of their
mistress… the Psalmist similarly is totally reliant on God… he is lifting up
his eyes to God enthroned in the heavens.
It is not about servility, so much as need, even desperation. He repeats: Have mercy upon us,
O Lord, have mercy… And he says
why… we have had more than enough of contempt, too much of the scorn of the
indolent rich, and of the derision of the proud. Contempt, scorn, derision.
It
leads me to think of the plight of many in our culture, powerless or defeated
by life, or by bureaucratic indifference or delay or incompetence, or by ritual
public humiliation… the ever popular compulsion to name, blame and shame. This treatment of already wounded, sad,
beaten, needy people gets dignified with righteous words such as seeing justice
done, public right to know, achieving closure, holding accountable. Our enlightened culture can be blind and
cruel -- there is no healing in what the Psalmist calls contempt… the scorn
of the indolent… the derision of the proud.
God’s solution is mercy and care, understanding, restoration.
Turning
now to Paul… he reminds us how proud he is of his status as a Roman citizen,
his reputation as a pharisee[2],
his considerable learning. But nothing
alters the fact, that he is struck down by some persistent disorder… epilepsy
perhaps, or recurrent malaria, even alcoholism has been suggested. He tells us how he is treated with contempt
by some.[3] But there
is what the Hebrew prophet called balm in Gilead[4]. He encounters grace. My grace is sufficient for you, my power
is made perfect in weakness. That
word sufficient is the interesting one. Grace
is sufficient. Paul is not overwhelmed
by remedies or solutions… or answers[5];
he is given what he needs for this day, and the next… That is the walk of faith. We don’t live from one miracle to the next –
we live from one day to the next, enabled by grace, inspired by mercy and love,
guided by the Spirit of the Risen Christ.
[1] II
Corinthians 12:9 Ἀρκεῖ σοι ἡ χάρις μου· ἡ γὰρ ⸀δύναμις ἐν ἀσθενείᾳ ⸀τελεῖται.
[2] Acts
23:6; 26:5; Philippians 3:5
[3]
See II Corinthians, chs 11-12
[4]
Jeremiah 8:22
[5] Notice
outside a church in Warkworth: “Google doesn’t have all the answers – God
does”. This is the kind of shallow,
trite claim that simply drives thinking people further away.
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