Wrestling
with God
Our Introit this
morning comes from Psalm 25 and begins by asking God to remember His tender
mercies and lovingkindnesses, for they are from of old.
That is to say that they are from a long time
ago.
That’s why, I suppose, the Psalmist,
who is King David here, asks God to remember them.
It’s not like God forgets.
He doesn’t.
We do.
We take them for granted.
We take advantage of our freedom under God’s
grace.
We cave into fleshly lusts of
various stripes, and so we forget who we are as children of God, redeemed by
the blood of Christ.
We ignore God’s
word to our peril, and so forget who God is as our merciful Father, reconciled
by the propitiating sacrifice of His Son.
And as often as we in our sinful weakness
forget, we ask God to remember.
We cry to
God for mercy.
And this is what it means
to be saved by grace through faith.
It
means that God continue to recall and apply His promises of old.
And we continue to ask Him to.
We don’t ask for something new when we cry
for mercy.
We ask for something
old.
We ask for the same thing.
We ask that God once again, as He has already
done so many countless times, open up and reveal His heart to us sinners, so
that we might again know and believe His love for us.
And God remembers.
I remember learning the
German word for “remember.” I’ll spare
you the pronunciation of the word with its guttural R’s, but it’s a really neat
word. It literally means to bring
something deep within yourself so as to be able to retrieve it at will. It’s a
helpful picture of what it means to remember.