Psalm 42:1-11 is the Scripture passage Pastor Rick Warren (saddleback.com) used recently in his new series, “Rethinking
Your Life,” saying, “we can’t change our feelings but we can change our thoughts.” I am “down in the dumps” today but
I’m seeking His face. I’m looking up to Him. And on the way up I’m seeing people (at 7 am, pre- sunrise) going about
their daily business in the dim light, pushing carts, collecting trash, sweeping roads, washing the windows in the
A work truck or two. A well-dressed man walking. A lame woman exercising her dog. And on the way up I’m seeing a glorious sunrise and a mountain ridge. Its highest peak looks for all the world like God twisted it between His powerful thumb and index finger, as if to say, “There, little mountain, you are finished!”
And I read Psalm 42 as Pastor Rick suggested.
“A white-tailed deer drinks from the creek; I want to drink God, deep draughts of God. I’m thirsty for God-alive. I wonder, “Will I ever make it— arrive and drink in God’s presence?” I’m on a diet of tears— tears for breakfast, tears for supper. All day long people knock at my door, Pestering, “Where is this God of yours?”
These are the things I go over and over, emptying out the pockets of my life. I was always at the head of the worshiping crowd, right out in front, Leading them all, eager to arrive and worship, Shouting praises, singing thanksgiving— celebrating, all of us, God’s feast! Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again.
He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God. When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse everything I know of you, From Jordan depths to Hermon heights, including Mount Mizar. Chaos calls to chaos, to the tune of whitewater rapids. Your breaking surf, your thundering breakers crash and crush me. Then GOD promises to love me all day, sing songs all through the night! My life is God’s prayer.
Sometimes I ask God, my rock-solid God, “Why did you let me down? Why am I walking around in tears, harassed by
enemies?” They’re out for the kill, these tormentors with their obscenities, Taunting day after day, “Where is this
God of yours?”
Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God— soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.”
Psalm 42:1-11 MSG