I’ve said it before and I will say it again: sometimes the Bible falls flat.
As my old pastor used to say, the Bible is written for us, but is not written to us. It is seeped in context and history, and sometimes, that makes its words difficult to apply.
Here’s the thing: We don’t need to be afraid to say that out loud. The sanctity of the Scriptures is not threatened by our admissions.
In fact, I think we do a disservice to the real life process of following Christ and reading the Bible when we don’t admit our frustrations.
Right now, I am tired. I am a working mom of two young kids. I am trying to juggle schedules and responsibilities and exercise and relationships, and I am struggling from the work of keeping things moving.
Today I want a Psalm that tells me that I am loved no matter what. I want to hear verses that remind me how God is with me. I want to read words that open my heart to gratitude and wonder.
But I made the choice to go through Psalms in order, which means I don’t have the benefit of picking and choosing. That was an intentional choice, a discipline of not skipping through the hard stuff. It is a choice that has helped me grow and learn, but also caused me many annoyances.
Today falls in the second category.
Psalm 76 is not what I want to read right now. It’s not particularly gruesome, but it is about war and judgment and victory, and try as I might, I just cannot relate.
So I’m not going to. I’m not going to try to make up some blog post to prove I can make connection between the Bible and anything going on in my life.
Because sometimes I can’t.
And my faith is still okay when I say that out loud.
That was my reflection on Psalm 76. Please link up with your reflection below. And don't forget to leave a comment here! Then join us next week for a reflection on Psalm 77.