There are some stirring words in Psalm 55. "If an enemy were insulting me, I could endure it; if a foe were rising against me, I could hide. But it is you, a man like myself, my companion, my close friend, with whom I once enjoyed sweet fellowship at the house of God, as we walked about among the worshipers."
Whoah. That is pain.
The Psalter gazes upon what was beautiful and sees the ashes. He almost seems impotent to do anything about it – the only thing he can do is ache. Because that is what he is doing. That is what we do with betrayal, disappointment, and broken hearts. And while it seems crazy, maybe this is the place we find God – a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief … a God who carries this with him.
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