Week 9 Psalm 62
The verse was already underlined when I read it today: my soul waits in silence for God only. Probably because when I read it before it sounded implausible…non-achievable.
David was giving circumstance-specific advice…i.e. it was for when an assassination squad was trying to kill him.
I’m relieved there aren’t assassins in the neighbourhood. I’d think the silent wait would be easier without them. Still…it doesn’t seem much easier.
For example on the purely practical & personal level of being a bible-reader the silent wait seems like a poor use of time to me. One of the things about being a bible-reader is focus and concentration and time-management and staying-on-track. So waiting around grinds against my bible-reader’s psyche.
And my hunch is that the natural approach of people here in town would be a discussion-and-action route. The Medicine Hat Way: talking and doing…engaging and consulting…fighting and arguing. They all seem like preferable options to silence and waiting.
So it’s a nagging thing that David has come up with. The silent wait steps right in the path of true progress. It seems retrograde…mystical. My instinct is to suppress it since it feels galling exasperating vexing frustrating. It’s an unnatural & foreign & totally non-conformistic practice. It runs against the grain. I’m really tempted to disregard the silent wait.
So I sit here thinking…wondering if it’s one of the things that’s disposable. Or at least if it’s negotiable.
Note: quote from Psalm 62:1 (NASB)