Stronghold
Psalm 9
To the choirmaster: according to Muth-labben. A Psalm of
David.
1I will give thanks to the Lord
with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.
2I will be glad and exult in you;
I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
3When my enemies turn back, they
stumble and perish before your presence.
4For you have maintained my just
cause; you have sat on the throne, giving righteous judgment.
5You have rebuked the nations;
you have made the wicked perish; you have blotted out their name forever and
ever.
6The enemy came to an end in
everlasting ruins; their cities you rooted out; the very memory of them has
perished.
7But the Lord sits enthroned
forever; he has established his throne for justice,
8and he judges the world with
righteousness; he judges the peoples with uprightness.
9The Lord is a stronghold for the
oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
10And those who know your name
put their trust in you, for you, O Lord, have not forsaken those who seek you.
11Sing praises to the Lord, who
sits enthroned in Zion! Tell among the peoples his deeds!
12For he who avenges blood is
mindful of them; he does not forget the cry of the afflicted.
13Be gracious to me, O Lord! See
my affliction from those who hate me, O you who lift me up from the gates of
death,
14that I may recount all your
praises, that in the gates of the daughter of Zion I may rejoice in your
salvation.
15The nations have sunk in the
pit that they made; in the net that they hid, their own foot has been caught.
16The Lord has made himself
known; he has executed judgment; the wicked are snared in the work of their own
hands. Higgaion. Selah
17The wicked shall return to
Sheol, all the nations that forget God.
18For the needy shall not always
be forgotten and the hope of the poor shall not perish forever.
19Arise, O Lord! Let not man
prevail; let the nations be judged before you!
20Put them in fear, O Lord! Let
the nations know that they are but men! Selah
I’ve been living with this Psalm all week. Reading and
rereading it every day. And every day the same 3 verses leap off the page and
demand my attention.
1I will give thanks to the Lord
with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.
2I will be glad and exult in you;
I will sing praise to your name, O Most High.
9The Lord is a stronghold for the
oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble.
I’ve always been fascinated by the idea of a stronghold. It
isn’t something we have in place in our culture – at least not any more. We don’t
need to have a place of physical safety to run to in case an enemy attacks. When
I was in grade school I lived in an area that was considered vulnerable to air
strikes because of the “cold war”. So we were drilled on “duck and cover” rules
[yeah, that meant we crawled under our desk at school and covered our heads
with are arms – real safe] and we all knew where the nearest air raid shelters
were and how to get there without our parents. So those air raid shelters were
the closest thing I can image when thinking of a stronghold. But while David
was writing this Psalm, he was thinking of those high towers that were
fortified and safe when under attack. They were considered impregnable and the
villagers would run to these strongholds for shelter when under attack. Every
time I read these words I image myself running into God’s protection; and not
just when I’m in trouble. I try to live there all the time. Maybe that makes me
a big chicken. So be it. I am perfectly content to view the world from that
high tower where God’s protection is never in question.
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