Friday August 20th, 2010
Deliver Me from the sword,
My precious life from the power of the dog.
Jesus cried out to God on the cross. He said verse one of this Psalm. Before He was arrested and crucified, He cried out in the garden of Gethsemane and asked for the cup to be taken from Him if there was any other way. There isn’t. Here, in this verse, Jesus is given over to the Gentiles to be crucified. The Jews at that time saw the Gentiles as dogs and called them as such. (Probably not to their faces.) Jesus doesn’t get stabbed with a sword (but He does a spear) but He is taken under arrest by them. I think we can focus so much on being delivered from our situation that we forget the greater glory of enduring persecution. Jesus could have come down off the cross, but He endured. What have we endured? Lone lines at the store? Red lights that take forever to change? Our lives really aren’t that bad. I’ve never had to ask God to protect me from getting stabbed or shot. My life has never been in that kind of danger. (That I know of.) Yet still I complain if the air conditioning is too high. It is difficult to be satisfied with salvation.