TOBI BENTON

We, the Crowned

We, the Crowned

We, the Crowned

storm1For the LORD takes delight in his people; he crowns the humble with salvation.  Psalm 149:1

The last five Psalms of the book begin and end with “Praise the LORD.”

And in between each praise is a numbered list of gratitude. I looked and saw how good the Lord has been.

He builds up our families.

Gathers the outcasts and places them in community.

Covers the skies with clouds and makes the green grass grow.

He commands. It is created.

He sends out his word and it runs swiftly.

He revealed his word to a deceiver, renamed him and handed his law and decrees – his very promises – to the prince of peace.

Stepping out of the ordinary, stopping to think on the many benefits of knowing God creates a steady spirit in me. The benefits of God’s ordered world cover all people, but those who know these gifts come from the hand of a loving God, we live as children in the house of a King.

Crowned with salvation.

I did not feel like praising God this morning. I received some news about a struggling mom who is becoming a single mom with four kids and a husband who is telling lies and preventing help for her. I was angry. I cried. I felt trapped for her, all oceans, miles, financial resources away from anyone who might give a damn. And I knew the Psalms I would read today were all about praising God. I didn’t know how I could pray praise when my heart FELT so undone for a sister.

But for these words. “He sends out his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly.” (vs.15)

For even the Psalms have been given to me as a gift, numbered lines of gratitude. And having spent time remembering how great is the King, mighty to save, my heart is at peace.

He commands. It is created in me.

I don’t know how God will care for and lead my friend through this ugly storm. I am grateful that he has drawn me into the wind with her, if for no other purpose than to prove He has not left her alone.

We, the crowned, are called saints, known by what God does in and for us, not what we do for God. Not by how we feel about ourselves or what others think about us, but how God feels and what he thinks of us.

Identified by God.

Let the saints rejoice in this honor [crowned with salvation] and sing for joy on their beds.  (vs. 5)

Therefore we capture the exuberant joy of dancing, singing, and delighting in the God we praise. The God who delights in us. Even as the storm winds blow.

 

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