4.25.15 Insights from Brent Messick

brent-messickGPSBrent Messick is Resurrection’s Managing Executive Director of Operations.

These Scripture verses are part of a larger Scripture passage where Jesus is saying his final farewell in the upper room on the night before his crucifixion. In this prayer, Jesus expresses his desires and concerns for his disciples and for the believers who have come and will come to faith through the witness of the disciples.

One of the things that strikes me about his prayer is its timing. Jesus knows that his death is imminent. And yet, he is not praying for himself. With his death just hours away, Jesus is praying for others and for the future of the church. His example of selfless love in the face of crisis is humbling and incredibly inspiring.

I have become a big believer in the power of prayer. I have tried to discipline my self to pray daily. For myself, I ask for forgiveness for my sins. I thank God for all of the blessings that He has bestowed upon me. I pray for wisdom and guidance that I may honor and glorify Him in my professional and personal lives. And I pray for strength and comfort in times of crisis.

But I believe the real power of prayer comes when I pray for others. I pray for my family, friends, co-workers, and others in good times and in bad. I believe that God listens to our prayers, but His answer may be different than what I am asking for. I fully realize and accept that it is His Will be done, not my Will be done. Nonetheless, I believe that others are still blessed through our prayers for them.

If Jesus, the Son of God, prays to God, then shouldn’t we do the same? Through his life and example, Jesus invites us into a life of prayer. And in the end, I hope that on my death bed, I will follow Jesus’ example and pray for others that they may come to know and love Jesus as I do.

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4.24.15 Insights from Darren Lippe

Darren_LippeDarren Lippe helps facilitate Journey 101 “Loving God” classes, guides a 7th-grade Sunday school class, is a member of a small group & a men’s group, and serves on the Curriculum team.

Peace has been in the news as of late or rather the lack of peace has been newsworthy. On one hand, earlier this month we commemorated the 150th anniversary of General Lee’s surrender to General Grant at the Appomattox Court House in Virginia, which marked the beginning of the end of the Civil War, while on the other hand we have violent conflicts raging in Iraq, Yemen, Afghanistan, Ukraine, Libya, etc.

Of course, the idea of peace extends beyond geo-political conflicts. For example, we struggle to achieve financial peace. Like the story of the Dad calling his newly independent daughter & asking how her budget was going. She responded, “I must be doing pretty well, all my bills say they are outstanding.”

We also strive to find peace within our relationships, like the old Preacher story of the girl who was going to break up with her boyfriend because of his obsession with the musical group, The Monkees1. The young man said, “I was doubtful at first, And Then I Saw Her Face…” (Just how old was this preacher? – Editor. In hindsight, he wasn’t particularly old, but his jokes were – DL.)

And we even have to work at familial peace. Like the Dad, who wanting to have some family time, turns off the home’s Wi-Fi & waits comfortably by the router as everyone gathers.

We exert a great deal of energy seeking peace; we try yoga, meditation, breathing routines, nature walks, yet still find it to be elusive. But in today’s passage, Paul talks about a peace that is readily available to all. What might he be trying to tell us?

Last Friday, our family celebrated the life of my beloved Uncle Ralph. He had been on a business trip when he fell ill. He flew home early & when he landed he complained that his lungs felt like he was drowning. My Aunt took him to the emergency room – and 90 minutes later he was on a ventilator at 100% oxygen & in a medically induced coma. The Doctors ran a battery of tests to see what was going on with his lungs, but all tests came back negative. After 7 days in ICU & a roller coaster of good news/bad news, my 64-year-old Uncle’s body finally gave out.

The funeral opened with one of my favorite hymns, “How Great Thou Art,” but it was hard to sing, much less hum along with the melody. The speakers reminded us of Ralph’s childhood in Admire, Kansas, his fun-loving nature, his penchant for joke telling, his devotion to family, &, most importantly, his love of God. A long-time member of his church choir, he contended the toughest hymn to sing was “Christ the Lord is Risen Today” – because it was so tempting to shout the lyrics. He & my Aunt were in a Couples Small Group for 20+ years & he was a regular at a Friday morning Men’s Bible Study. (While laughing at a story, probably his own, my Uncle pounded the table so hard he spilled his coffee on several of his friend’s Bibles – so the next week they brought Saran Wrap to cover their Bibles.) The service, which had begun with grieving the loss of life, had somehow been transformed into a celebration of a life well lived. As the service concluded, I found myself singing along with the final stanza of the hymn, “Great is Thy Faithfulness.”

What had just happened in those 75 minutes? Was I still grieving? Absolutely. Did I still miss my Uncle? Most definitely. But. There was a sense of peace that with Christ’s awesome assistance that, using my Uncle’s lingo, he had beaten the system & had pulled a fast one on death.

Perhaps this is the idea Paul was trying to capture when he wrote of a “peace that transcends all understanding.” Lasting peace isn’t something that can be accomplished via human hands – it is impossible. But when we choose to invite God into our midst, when we welcome the Holy Spirit into hearts, when we say, “Yes, Jesus,” we can begin to experience a peace that is beyond logic & reason. May it be so for each of us this day.

1 For our younger readers, The Monkees was a late 1960’s television show about a fictional band. As the show’s popularity grew, The Monkees began to record their own songs, including the #1 Billboard Hit, “I’m A Believer,” with the lyrics, “And then I saw her face, I’m a believer” – hence the humor attempt at humor (Editor).

 

 

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4.23.15 Insights from Mike Wilhoit

mwilhoitMike Wilhoit serves at The Church of the Resurrection as Local Missions Director.

I understand the part about being persistent in prayer and that our good God is more likely to grant aide than a cynical judge begrudging a poor widow.  What intrigues me about this passage is the last sentence –  “However, when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”

My son excitedly told me that he was going to play in his next baseball game.  His playing time had been sparse.  I rearranged my schedule and texted him on the morning of the game – “Hey buddy, can’t wait to see you play today. I love you.” Games at his level are always double-headers, two games back to back. If he was to play, it would be in the second game.  As I was across town, I drove as fast as allowable and pulled up to the field just as the game began. I quickly put on a jacket, walked over to the stands and watched. I watched and watched and watched, hoping my son would get to go in the game. He never did. But here’s why I took him out for ice cream afterwards. From the bench, he cheered on every batter, picked up bats after every at-bat, warmed up the left-fielder in between innings and yelled encouragement to teammates who made mistakes for fourteen long innings, without ever getting to play. I didn’t take Ben out for ice cream to console him. I took him out for ice cream and told him that I was proud of him because he was faithful.

 

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4.22.15 Insights from Angela LaVallie

Angela_LaVallie[1]Angela LaVallie is the Worship Logistics Program Director at Resurrection. She oversees preparing the Sanctuary for worship, supports Vibe worship and volunteers in the Student Center, provides oversight for Holy Communion at the Leawood campus, and assists with worship logistics at conferences.

 

We see in today’s passages of scripture that Jesus thought it was important to step away from everything to spend time in prayer with God. I know this is important, but I still find myself struggling to always actually take the time out for prayer. It almost seems unnatural in today’s society to withdraw from the busyness. We’re so used to constantly being surrounded by others – at work, in our activities, with our friends and family. Even for introverts who may be better about taking time away from other people, society tells us we need to be busy even by ourselves; there are books to read and tv series to binge watch, housework and creative projects.

Another hindrance for me to spending extended time alone in prayer is that I tend to compartmentalize my faith journey. I’ll focus for a season on Bible study or serving others or engaging in worship or developing my prayer life, but once that season is over, I fade away from the specific discipline I had been concentrating on. I forget that Methodism is about balancing both grace and social justice. Our Journey at Resurrection includes knowing, loving, and serving God – all three, not just one.

We see from Jesus’ life as illustrated in the Gospels that he used his time in multiple ways – praying, teaching, healing, and fellowshipping. He didn’t spend all of his time praying, but it was an important, regular, intentional part of his life.

In his book Too Busy Not to Pray, Bill Hybels (Senior Pastor of Willow Creek Community Church) discusses the importance of prayer, especially in our increasingly busy world. He emphasizes the need to prioritize the different aspects of our lives so as to use our time wisely and to not waste our time on insignificant things. Hybels purports that making time for prayer is more than worth it when he says, “If you lower the ambient noise of your life and listen expectantly for those whispers of God, your ears will hear them. And when you follow their lead, your world will be rocked.”

Sometimes I feel a little ashamed that praying doesn’t come naturally to me and I don’t just fall into prayer, like I’m a bad Christian because I have to set a reminder alarm on my phone or add PRAY to my daily calendar. But I think whatever we need to do to plan for and to prompt ourselves to grow in faith, in multiple areas, will only serve to help us enhance our connections to God and to live fully as a children of God.

 

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4.21.15 Insights from Glen Shoup

Rglen-shoupev. Glen Shoup is the Executive Pastor of Worship and a Congregational Care pastor.

…”I’m very sad, it’s as if I’m dying”…(vs 38).  These words spoken by Jesus to his closest friends mere hours before he would be arrested and ushered into the events of Good Friday are raw and freighted with grief.  As you reflected on today’s scripture reading, I don’t know if these words jumped off the page at you…but if they didn’t…there will almost certainly come a time in your life when they will.

It could be when your routine checkup is anything but.  It could be in the blink of an eye when the unexpected intrudes with the suddenness and surprise that are its calling card. It could be when the one relationship you thought was reliable proves otherwise.  I don’t know if, how or when your “Gethsemane” will come, but based on 15 years of pastoral ministry, I can tell you that almost none of us will walk through life without—at some point—having Jesus’ Gethsemane words resonate deeply with where we are…“I’m very sad, it’s as if I’m dying”…

So for just a moment, I want to—taking the lead of Jesus—reflect with those of you reading this who are there (and those of you who are not, perhaps this gets filed away for you until a time when it is pertinent):

  • Follow Jesus’ lead and name it. Sometimes for the sake of trying to get around what we’re dealing with or in an attempt to hopefully bypass some of the pain, we sugarcoat it or in the name of being positive refuse to speak it or in denial seek to avoid calling it what it is. Don’t. When the truth is that you’re so sad that you feel as if you are (or a part of you is) dying—say so. Say so to those closest to you, say so to your pastor, above all, say so to God. There’s no moving forward in strength, wholeness and authenticity without naming the truth…at least to yourself, those closest to you and certainly to God. Jesus knew this and Jesus modeled this.

 

  • Follow Jesus’ lead and pray…but I don’t just mean that as some generic pastoral admonition to pray…I mean pray like Jesus prayed. Pour your heart out to God. Tell God how you feel.  Tell God what you want. Tell God what you hope for. Ask God to deliver you. Nothing less than this would be honest and God wants nothing if not authenticity and honesty from us—no matter what that honesty looks like. Nobody—including Jesus—wants to be in “Gethsemane”, nobody—including Jesus—wants to go through “Gethsemane”, everybody—including Jesus—wants to be delivered from “Gethsemane” so to say or act otherwise just isn’t true or authentic and God wants us to pour upon him…especially in these times…our truth and authenticity. Jesus knew this and Jesus modeled this.

 

  • Follow Jesus’ lead and know that no matter what—God will accomplish His will. As you’ve heard Pastor Adam say in recent sermons (quoting Dr. King) God will wring good from evil. And Dr. King employed this phrase on the premise of what the Apostle Paul told us is true about God in Romans 8:28 which is in everything God is working for our good. This—I believe—is God’s will above all else and this is what Jesus knew and was getting at when he prayed (after asking for deliverance)…“However not what I want, but what you want”. You see, while I know some in the Christian family see it differently, I don’t believe Jesus’ being arrested, beaten and crucified was God’s will. Rather, this is what the human condition and the human response chose when God came to us in Christ. Jesus didn’t come to us on our terms, rather Jesus came telling us our terms were self-addicted and needed to be forgiven and transformed and we weren’t interested so we killed him. However, God’s will to redeem us would not be derailed by human brokenness. Rather, God worked (even in our broken response to Him on Good Friday) for our good and He wrung good out evil by walking out of the tomb on Easter—so when Jesus kneels in Gethsemane and prays “however, not what I want, but what you want”—Jesus isn’t affirming that God’s will is for him to die, Jesus is affirming that even if he is not delivered from the choices of the human condition, he knows God will nevertheless work good out it. And my friend, you’re reading this today because God is intent on you knowing that He is still in the business of bringing good out of brokenness—so you can join Jesus in praying “however, not what I want, but what you want” knowing that you are surrendering your brokenness and pain to the One who is relentless in bringing good out of evil, healing out of pain and life out of death. Jesus knew this and Jesus modeled this…which is why you can follow Jesus…especially when his words in verse 38 of today’s reading are your words.

 

 

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4.20.15 Insights from Chris Holliday

Chris_HollidayGPS[1]Rev. Chris Holliday serves as the associate minister at The United Methodist Church of the Resurrection West.

Yesterday, Pastor Adam told the story of a young pastor who lost her baby, experienced a faith crisis and emerged transformed as she and her husband adopted three beautiful girls from Russia. This is my family’s story, and as a testimony to the faithfulness, grace and love of our amazing God, I would like to share a bit more of it with you today.

In 2002, my wife Lisa and I were pastoring a church together in a small suburb of Rochester, NY. We chose to try and have a baby. After over a year of no results, we went to see the appropriate doctors, received treatment and eventually Lisa became pregnant. We were thrilled! To top off the exciting news, the expected due date was Dec. 24th, Christmas Eve. How appropriate, we thought, especially for two pastors with the last name of Holliday!

From that point, though, it was a very difficult pregnancy. Lisa became very ill. She wasn’t just sick in the morning, but at all times of the day. After three months, we thought she would improve, but she didn’t. Lisa just became increasingly worse.

After a particularly rough night, the on-call doctor sent Lisa to the hospital for hydration. Some of the hospital medical staff became suspicious that something more was wrong, but they weren’t sure what. So they decided to admit Lisa.

Over the next two days, the staff did a myriad of tests. They finally discovered that Lisa had preeclampsia, which meant that the baby and the mother were rejecting each other. Often, if preeclampsia occurs, it happens in the eighth or ninth month when the baby can be saved. But because we were only in the fifth month, our baby would not survive; and if they didn’t get the baby out soon, Lisa would die, too. In fact, Lisa’s body was already beginning to go into shock. Preeclampsia and a disease called HELLP syndrome were shutting down her organs and vital life systems.

After surgery to remove the baby, Lisa was in the hospital for two weeks. During that time, she saw a doctor in almost every area of specialty. Her entire body had been affected and/or damaged in some way. She had immense physical recovery ahead, not to mention the upcoming emotional and spiritual journey.

I, too, had a lot of healing to do, and a lot of processing, questioning, learning and growing. Had God caused this, and if so why? I didn’t think so, but I wasn’t sure what to believe at that point. Who was God to me? Why did the prayers lifted by hundreds of people not give us the answer we wanted? Where was God in all of this?

We named our baby daughter Christina Noelle Holliday. Lisa had always liked the name Noelle, but once she married me and had the last name of Holliday, she figured we could never do that to a child. I mean, Noelle Holliday born on Christmas Eve – the kids would be merciless with that one! However, in this case, I told Lisa that we should use the name, because the kids in heaven wouldn’t make fun of her. She agreed.

Once Lisa was well enough to fly, we came back to Kansas City and had a memorial service for Baby Christina by the lake in Shawnee Mission Park. To this day, that is a sacred place for us to remember and celebrate Baby C. Lisa’s dad even collects shells from the edges of the lake and then gives the shells to family and friends, who in turn leave those shells all over the world, representing the loving spirits of both Baby Christina and God.

Lisa and I do not believe God caused the death of our baby, or that God causes bad things to happen.  What we do believe is that God walks beside us, cries with us and even carries us when we don’t have the strength to go on. And as we listen and are open to God’s leading, we believe God can and will bring good out of even the worst possible situations.

God’s goodness was revealed in countless moments throughout the very challenging journey of healing and transformation. The love and care of God was shown through the faithful support of family, friends, church communities, medical staff and our therapist. God’s people were instrumental in helping us rebuild and redefine our faith and grow into a deeper, richer and lasting relationship with God.

Nearly a year after the death of Baby Christina, God blessed us with three incredible girls whom we adopted from Russia and who became our daughters. We have no doubt that after the devastation and pain of our experience, God led us specifically to Kristina (with a K), Svetlana and Victoria. Lisa and I now have a forever family with three daughters here on Earth and one forever in our hearts. We can’t imagine our lives without any of them; for they bring us amazing abundance, fullness and joy every day. Thanks be to God for His amazing goodness!

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4.18.15 Insights from Lori Trupp

truppgpsLori Trupp is the Director of Children’s Ministries at The United Methodist Church of the Resurrection.

One of the most valuable lessons I learned early on in my faith journey is that pain and suffering are, well, pain and suffering. Stay with me! I participated in a Bible study once that was designed to help us break free from our pain and suffering and turn it over to God. On the first day of the study, the women I was with were invited to share their stories with the group. Their stories were amazing. These women had really been through some tough, tough stuff.

As I sat there, I realized that I had never really been through anything as difficult as some of these women. As I reflected on my times of trial and pain, I found myself comparing my story to theirs. During that process I came to the conclusion that what I had been through in my life simply wasn’t hard enough to even share. I felt like my struggles of infertility, loss, and relationships were small compared to theirs and were therefore insignificant. So I remained silent.

In fact, I remained silent throughout the entire study, continuing to feel that my hurt and pain were insignificant. Several weeks after the study, one of the women who had also participated in the study, one of the women with an incredibly difficult story, called me. She invited me to meet her for coffee. Said she just wanted to follow-up on something with me. Since I was part of the church staff at the time, I figured she wanted to provide some feedback on the format of the study or something, so I agreed to meet with her.

When we met, she didn’t waste any time. She point blank asked me why I never shared my story during the study. And I point blank told her that I thought my story was insignificant compared to everyone else who had shared. My suffering wasn’t difficult enough. She said she had suspected that was the case and told me that was why she wanted to meet with me.

She asked me to share my story, so I did. What she helped me understand is that my story is my story, and that I am part of God’s story. She helped me realize that I was assuming God and others measured my level of faithfulness by my ability to endure high levels of pain and suffering. She reminded me that this line of thinking is simply not true.

God doesn’t think you are more or less faithful because you have endured more or less suffering compared to someone else. He just wants to be in the story–your story, my story, his story. When pain and suffering come, at whatever level, God wants to walk with you, carry you, love you. When happiness and joy come, God wants to walk with you, carry you, love you. There is no measuring stick. You don’t compare it, you don’t earn it, you accept it as the gift it is and live your life sharing it with others.

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4.17.15 Insights from Phil Antilla

philgpsPhil Antilla serves as the program director for Young Adult and College Ministry: www.cor.org/ya

When was the last time you had a truly great meal? Maybe you went to a nice restaurant for a special occasion. Maybe you even cooked the meal yourself, tracking down all of the necessary ingredients at the grocery store.

One of the things that always amazes me about food, and especially good food, is how much work and sacrifice are required for just one meal.

All of the food we eat comes from someone and something, which had to make a sacrifice.

Someone had to plant tiny little seeds in the ground and tediously water them and care for them. Someone had to do the backbreaking work of harvesting crops. Someone had to carefully clean the food, inspect it, and then package it. Someone had to drive it across the country, or even across continents. Someone had to carry and unload box after box of vegetables into a grocery store. And finally, after “conveniently” buying vegetables from a store, someone still has to clean, and chop, and cook and sauté, before we can ever have a great meal.

Sacrifice makes life possible.

Whether it is your time, your finances, your best interest, or even your own well being, we are all called to give up something in order to provide life for another. For the Apostle Paul, it was putting his own life at risk. For many parents, it is the sacrifice of long hours at work, or time spent coaching a youth sports team. Or maybe it’s just a few moments trying to prepare a meal for family or friends.

When you make sacrifices, big or small, remember that these are patterned after the way of Jesus. Our task is to recognize how our own sacrifices are making us more like Christ, as well as how the many sacrifices of others have made it possible for us to experience peace, and joy, and delight, and even a good meal.

So may you have the courage to approach every day and every mundane task with faith, knowing that your work and sacrifice are not in vain. In the Kingdom of God, even the smallest acts of service will abundantly provide life for others.

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4.16.15 Insights from Janelle Gregory

Janelle_GregoryJanelle Gregory serves on the Resurrection staff as a Human Resources Specialist.

Tortured hostages, child slaves, crippling diseases, and natural disasters. Our news is packed full of story after story of true, excruciating suffering. It can be horrifying and almost too much to comprehend at times.

I look at my own life compared to say that of a hurricane survivor or the parent of a dying child, and I have nothing to complain about. There are times when my life dips into dark places, but for the most part, I’m doing pretty great.  I’ve got a wonderful family, we’re pretty healthy, we haven’t lost our house or our jobs. My “suffering” is nothing compared to that of others.

And if suffering were a game of comparisons, this would be absolutely true. But as a wise friend once told me: If on the way to being burned at the stake, Joan of Arc had been stung by a bee, she still would have said “Ouch!” My friend had a good point.

While I don’t think it’s good to complain all of the time, I believe it can be equally as bad to squelch the grief or pain we experience. We may try to bury our hurts for multiple reasons – perhaps we don’t want to seem weak, maybe we don’t want to be a bother, or we feel the need to be perpetually optimistic. More often than not, we think that the pain will go away if we just ignore it.

Nobody wants to be in pain, do they? Of course not!

There are very few emotions as intense as pain. Rage and lust may come close, but they also come with a whole host of other factors that cloud our judgement. But wounds to the soul are powerful. They cut through the comfortable life we’ve built to protect us and strip away layers of self-assurance.

But in this vulnerability, it would be foolish of us not to recognize the gift that pain brings us. I truly believe we are always in desperate need of God. Suffering is that ray of light that illuminates this fundamental truth. It shows us that we rely on a Savior. It heightens our awareness and allows us to feel the closeness of the heart of God, bringing us into communion with our Lover and Creator. When we come to the Lord, broken and in agony, he is there to hold us, walk with us through the shadows, and remind us that his love conquers all.

So while we may never run to pain, we should be hesitant to run from it as well. When we hurt, it is a chance to experience the soothing comfort of our compassionate Lord. His mercy is a balm to our souls, filling us and renewing us. With our wounds exposed, he draws us close and reminds us that we are his child. He will never let us go.

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4.15.15 Insights from Kari Burgess

Kari Burgess is a Program Director for the Catalyst team, handling promotion and marketing for all of the conferences held at Resurrection, as well as registration and coordinating hospitality volunteers.

Have you ever prayed the Psalms? I read somewhere (likely on a GPS Insight written by a fellow blogger) that if you don’t know what to pray, pray the Psalms. I’ve done this here and there on occasion, but I’ve got to tell you that Psalm 13 is going to be my new “go-to prayer” in times of distress.

There are things in my life that I have suffered through and struggled with, and at times it has seemed like God is nowhere near. Verse 2 especially strikes a chord with me. “How long must I wrestle with my thoughts?” Oh yes, those nights tossing and turning in bed with the same worry, pain, frustration that I just can’t seem to work out in the dark of night. I’ve spent nights like this, only to have things become clear in the light of day.

On nights like these, I should be turning to Psalm 13 for comfort and direction. Lamenting to God: How long must I wait for you to deliver me? But then remembering to pray Verses 5-6: “But I trust in You and Your unfailing love.” For the answer to suffering is to trust that God is in fact near and walking with us through difficult times.

As I read Psalm 13 today, my mind immediately went to a familiar song from my favorite band of all time: U2. Their song entitled “40” is based on Psalm 40 and the chorus says: “I will sing, sing a new song. I will sing, sing a new song. How long, to sing this song? How long? How long, how long, to sing this song?”

I have erroneously thought for the last 25 or so years that this song was like Psalm 13, a lament or a complaint to God. How long must I suffer before You hear me, before You intervene, before You answer my prayer? But it is actually a song of praise, when you take time to listen to the verse. (This is my problem with music. I can sing the chorus, but never really know the verses and have no idea what a song is really about. You would think I would know more about a song by my favorite band of all time.)

Psalm 40: 1-3 (and U2’s Bono) says:

“I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He brought me up out of the pit, out of the miry clay; he set my feet upon a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.”

The next time I am wrestling with a problem in the middle of the night with seemingly no way out, I plan to pray Psalm 13. I will pray it over and over until I believe in my heart the last two verses: “But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation.” Then maybe I’ll pull up U2’s “40” on my play list and sing a new song. One of grateful praise. I hope you will join me.

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