As you are laying down after a long day of work, scrolling through a Blogroll on your Blackberry during your child's soccer practice or simply glancing over your Google reader instead of studying, I want to meet you with some truth.
I've never had a conversation with most of you who are reading this. Some of you are in college striving towards your dreams while some of you are working at a nine to five desk job. While a few of you will rest your head somewhere in South Carolina tonight, there are some who will work a nightshift on a brightly lit hospital floor in Kentucky, mop the hallways of a empty school in New York or run a few laps around your neighborhood in California.
Maybe I don't know you at all. Maybe I've never given you a hug or shaken your hand, but that isn't a big deal to me. I don't know your circumstances. I don't know your struggles. I don't know any of your secrets and I don't know your past. I don't know what you did today or what you've thought about doing tonight. I do know that there is something that every person needs to hear. It's the most beautiful, sweet, shocking, offensive, loud, crazy, insane, lovely, peaceful, comforting news I've ever been told. Wait. Before you exit out of this window, I want you to read this. I want you to take refuge in these words. Don't walk away from your laptop, put your phone down or turn on the T.V without letting these words grab at your heart. They will if you let them. Actually, HE will. If you let Him.
A David Psalm
1-6 God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand.
I'm an open book to you;
even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking.
You know when I leave and when I get back;
I'm never out of your sight.
You know everything I'm going to say
before I start the first sentence.
I look behind me and you're there,
then up ahead and you're there, too—
your reassuring presence, coming and going.
This is too much, too wonderful—
I can't take it all in!
7-12 Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit?
to be out of your sight?
If I climb to the sky, you're there!
If I go underground, you're there!
If I flew on morning's wings
to the far western horizon,
You'd find me in a minute—
you're already there waiting!
Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark!
At night I'm immersed in the light!"
It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you;
night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.
13-16 Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother's womb.
I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I'd even lived one day.
17-22 Your thoughts—how rare, how beautiful!
God, I'll never comprehend them!
I couldn't even begin to count them—
any more than I could count the sand of the sea.
Oh, let me rise in the morning and live always with you!
And please, God, do away with wickedness for good!
And you murderers—out of here!—
all the men and women who belittle you, God,
infatuated with cheap god-imitations.
See how I hate those who hate you, God,
see how I loathe all this godless arrogance;
I hate it with pure, unadulterated hatred.
Your enemies are my enemies!
23-24 Investigate my life, O God,
find out everything about me;
Cross-examine and test me,
get a clear picture of what I'm about;
See for yourself whether I've done anything wrong—
then guide me on the road to eternal life.