Give Me Liberty…

Give Me Liberty…

“Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave…” (Psalm 142:1). Eleven words into this Psalm I realized the irony of it. We could take David’s name away and insert anyone of ours instead. My wife and I, are self-isolating. We’re in our cave!! But much more lush than Davids. In his were scorpions, spiders, asps, bats and maybe lions! In ours there is television, soft furniture etc. The closest thing to a wild creature would be our impish cat. Although our surroundings suggest life as a blessed family; there is danger outside of this cave. David was faced with danger in and out of his cave.

Look at David’s immediate response to trouble. “I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication. I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble” (vss. 1-2). He jumped on the prayer phone immediately and this should be an example to us. ‘No man is an island’ and neither should we try it on our own. If we take our problems, initially, to anyone other than God we deny His power. 

When we realized this stuff was serious, we began to take action. Our first step was to pray to God. We prayed this mess would leave our land and for God’s protection on us, our family, church family and friends…. Our prayers mirrored those of Davids in content and style. “When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I” (vss. 3-6). This disease is stronger than we; but not God.

A few of our children work in health care and we immediately cried out to the Lord, and continue everyday. Earlier this week, our daughter told us she has recovered from Covid. One of her coworkers and some patients have died from it, at her facility. He is our portion and our refuge in the land of the living. We praise God for answered prayer and the protection and ask that He continue. These times are not fun, but regardless of what our leaders may say He is in control. And He will, “Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me. We will be able to leave home again and be surrounded by the brethren in our churches- bank on it! Only He can deliver us from the grip of this affliction.

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