“Into your hands I commit my spirit…” Some of Jesus’ last words as he hung on the cross, in order to bring God’s cosmic rescue plan to completion, and found here in the words of David to his God. David knows that his spirit is safe only in God’s hands. He declares that God has kept him safe from the enemy and set his feet in a spacious place.
An appropriate psalm for the beginning of Holy Week. Weeping may stay for the night… Except that Jesus’ first followers couldn’t see that joy would come in the morning just two days later. They had given up everything for Jesus. Followed him for maybe three years. Seen the unexplainable. Heard the incredible. Hoped for the unimaginable. And now…?
Sometimes it seems as if God is silent. We cry out to him for rescue, mercy, vindication… and the heavens seem impenetrable. It seems as if David is finding this in today’s psalm and I’m sure we can think of times in our own lives when we’ve wondered if God has heard us at all; whether his attention has wandered; whether he’s aware of the desperation we find ourselves in.
One thing I seek… God has been speaking to me a lot about having eyes only for him. The picture I have is of when you dance with someone. If you keep your eyes on theirs and let them take the lead (if you are the woman!), it works out much better than if you try and pushing your partner round the dance floor without any spoken or unspoken communication.
There are some pretty hefty claims in this psalm. I couldn’t write these words with all integrity, that’s for sure! And yet… because of Jesus’ blood, I can. Because I am clothed in white, covered by his blood. Forgiven, redeemed, purchased, restored. I am no longer guilty in his sight – even when I get it wrong. God looks on Jesus and pardons me. So where am I living? In the jail of shame or the freedom of forgiveness?