Read Psalm 6. 1O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath. 2Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; heal me, O Lord, for my bones are troubled. 3My soul also is greatly troubled. But you, O Lord—how long? 4Turn, O Lord, deliver my life; save me for the sake of your steadfast love. 5For in death there is no remembrance of you; in Sheol who will give you praise? 6I am weary with my moaning; every night I flood my bed with tears; I drench my couch with my weeping. 7My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes. 8Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping. 9The Lord has heard my plea; the Lord accepts my prayer. 10All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled; they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.
David has reached the point of decision – trust God or die. There is nothing he can do to save himself in Psalm 6. No self-help. No power of positive thinking. No therapy. No program. Whatever the cause of David’s great grief, the only options are God saves him or he goes to Sheol (the grave) in silence, the place where God will no longer remember him.
Has life ever brought you to this point? Have you ever been weary with moaning? Were you able to say in faith the Lord has heard my plea? In Christ you can! In him you have the same steadfast love of God that David had. The same covenant son-ship. Like David you can know that God always accepts your prayers. How? Because on the cross Jesus was disciplined and rebuked in your place. He was troubled and weary for you. He languished and wept in our place. His bones and his soul were troubled just like ours.
Jesus entered Sheol, the place where God could no longer act upon a life in salvation, the place where there was only silence, and he broke its chains. He burst forth from the grave in everlasting glory and splendor, setting the captives free in the process, making our shame the shame of our Enemy.
Now, to live is Christ, has left us free from the fear of death’s great silencing. Free to weep in faith. Free to flood the bed with tears of the hope of heaven. Free to pray to a God who always accepts our brokenness. For he was broken for us.
Pray. Jesus hear my plea. Accept my prayer. The anger of Sheol is not my destiny. The eternal joy of your presence is. Fill me with this hope of glory.
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