Friday, August 24, 2012
“I love the LORD,
for he heard my voice; he heard my cry for mercy. Because he turned his ear to
me, I will call on him as long as I live.”
Psalm 116:2
Yesterday was rough.
I don’t know if I blew out my left knee, but let’s just say it left me immobile
for a good part of the day. This morning it feels much better. I can’t get in
to see the orthopedist for a week. Let’s just say that I won’t cancel the appointment
no matter how that surgically repaired left knee feels in the coming week. There’s something wrong with it. Again. Although I’m thankful for the really good
five and a half years Dr. Nelson gave to me with that knee. And I’m still irritated that the good doctor
moved to Maine.
My knee represents in many ways, the human condition. We’re always blowing something out, and then
calling for help. The Psalmist was not
different. He cries for mercy; his cries
get answered. More often than not, I’m
guessing his need for mercy was self-inflicted. My cries for mercy (with my
knee) stem from a sledding accident 20 years ago in Wrightwood, California. The sled I was on went out of control, and in
my infinite wisdom I steered it into a snow bank to bring it to a stop. Unfortunately, that snow bank turned to be a
snow covered rock. And… For twenty years
now I have, at times, cried for mercy.
Which leads me to think…to whom do my cries first go to? Certainly, wisdom requires that I see a
doctor. But my spirit knows that my cry
should also go to the Lord; shame on me if that was not my first thought…as I
sat in my chair almost unable to move my leg for a while yesterday.
Where do your cries go to first? Maybe we all need a little reality adjustment. Maybe we need to admit where our injuries
come from. But more than that, we need
to first allow the Lord to hear our voices. He does hear us. And let us call on
him as long as we live. And through it all, he will have mercy….
Have a great weekend friends!