Tuesday

yet another Psalm

I love that God is so much bigger than me.

Psalm 24:7-10

Lift up your heads, O gates,

And be lifted up, O ancient doors,

That the King of glory may come in!

Who is the King of glory?

The LORD strong and mighty,

the LORD mighty in battle.

Lift up your heads, O gates,

And lift them up, O ancient doors,

That the King of glory may come in!

Who is this King of glory?

The LORD of hosts,

He is the King of glory.

I need a big God. Not some little god of carven image, formed by the hands of men. Not some god-of-my-imagination who fits into my little box and makes me feel good about myself. Not some god I can manipulate and trick into blessing me. I need the King of glory because life is too hard for me to make up my own solutions. I need to be able to turn to God and say, “Help me, Lord!” and Him to answer me. I don’t need a god-of-my-therapy who makes me the focus and talks about my problems. I need the King of Glory to burst in and redeem me. I need God who commands the angel armies. I need God who spoke and made creation. I need God who is my shepherd, my comforter, my redeemer. I need God who can rescue me from my sin and temptation and set me free to walk where the road is flat and narrow and true. I need God who can transform me from within. I need God who is bigger than the boogie man, who crashes through the wall to rescue me. I need that – we all do.

The problem is when I try to do it myself. When I ask the question, “who is the King of glory?” and look into the mirror I write my own tragedy, maybe a farce, surely a failure. When I gaze squint-eyed at the problems before me I think that I’m blinded by their intensity and miss the reality that it is the King of glory standing in front of me, leading me, and it is not the issues of life that bear down in blazing fire but the glory of God resting between me and whatever it is I think is bigger than Him. He is my pillar of fire between me and the chariots of Egypt. He is the all consuming fire that devours rock and soil and sacrifice. He is the quiet whisper on a gentle breeze reminding me to trust Him and to never be afraid. He is my King of glory – but not because I need Him to be. He is the King of glory simply because He is the King of glory. And I need Him to be who He is...which is good. Because my needs must conform to His identity. Which is also good...because He conforms my identity to His, and not the other way around.

Who is this King of glory? His name is Jesus. And I'm so happy to need Him.