Sometimes we race through the Bible, trying to get through our reading plans, as though we can win at spiritual growth. (Or maybe this is just me.) When I start a reading plan, it never fails: I get into a good pace, stay on top of things, sometimes even getting a bit ahead. This continues right up until I hit the Psalms. And then…
By “stop,” I don’t mean I stop reading. No, I stop trying to win at reading the Bible. The Psalms always do this to me. Always. Every time. No matter what. I just stop. And I sit with them for the longest time:
- I read David’s awe in Psalm 8 and I feel it. “When I observe your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you set in place, what is a human being that you remember him, a son of man that you look after him?” (3-4)
- I read his counsel to his own soul, and I recognize it. “Why, my soul, are you so dejected? Why are you in such turmoil?” (Psalm 42:5)
- I read his cries for justice, and I long for it, too. “Rise up, Lord God! Lift up your hand. Do not forget the oppressed” (Psalm 10:12).
The Psalms are not meant to be rushed through. They are too filled with good news, too filled with promise, and honesty for us to treat them so poorly.1 We sit with them. They are meant to be meditated upon. Whenever we come to them, this should be our goal.
- As is the rest of Scripture for that matter. ↵