My hand is stretched out without wearying…

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Psalm 77:1 I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me. 2 In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying…

The psalmist is struggling here. What’s new? The part that caught my attention was “in the night my hand in stretched out without wearying…” The outstretched hand reflects a posture of humility, of need. Even desperation. If there were somewhere else to turn, the psalmist would do so. But there is no hope apart from the Lord.

In a strange way, this is the place I want to be. As I’m thinking about the church I lead, having just celebrated 25 years as a church, I ponder what’s next for us. Whatever it is, I hope it involves going after something so significant for the sake of the gospel, so beyond our natural capacity, that if God isn’t in it – it will surely fail. I want to see power made perfect in weakness. I want to see the cross so that I might see resurrection.

I realize this is a very dangerous thing to wish for. Kyrie eleison…

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