Text: I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. (Psalm 42:9-11)
Tweet: To make God our rock does not rid life of its rocky times, but reassures us of divine relief.
Text: Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. (Psalm 42:8)
Text: The songs and prayers of a soul continuously overshadowed by God’s sovereign loving-kindness can neither be silenced by the toils of the day nor the terrors of the night.
Text: Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. (Psalm 42:7)
Tweet: Our deepest prayers arise from our troubled soul when we’re caught in a trying tempest that overwhelms us like a waterspout above, a whirlpool below, and billowing waves all around.
Text: O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar. (Psalm 42:6)
Tweet: To raise up a cast down soul one should remember God’s past interventions.
Text: Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. (psalm 42:5)
Tweet: The cure for a temporary frown of despair is the hope that God will soon smile upon us.
Text: My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. (Psalm 42:3-4)
Tweet: When God is hidden and foes harangue, the tears of one’s presently perceived divine abandonment and human accosting precipitate heartfelt prayers, especially when one remembers past participation with the people of God in the praise of God at the house of God.
Text: My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? (Psalm 42:2)
Tweet: Thirst for the living God cannot be quenched at the altar of a false and nonexistent deity or by observing the lifeless formality of a dead religion.
Text: My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever. (Psalm 73:26)
Tweet: Though our flesh is frail and our heart may fail, God, who is our strength, can be counted on to faithfully sustain us forever.
Text: As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. (Psalm 42:1)
Tweet: A heart for God is not proven by a recited sinner’s prayer, but by a perpetual panting for the presence of God.
Text: And he spake this parable unto certain which trusted in themselves that they were righteous, and despised others: Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a publican. The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess. And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner. I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted. (Luke 18:9-14)
Tweet: The self-righteous pray to themselves, being ignored by God, but the repentant sinner not only prays to God, but is heard by Him and justified. No more important prayer will we ever pray than the prayer of the publican.