“For we are brought to an end by your anger;
by your wrath we are dismayed.
You have set our iniquities before You,
our secret sins in the light of your presence.
For all our days pass away under your wrath.
We bring our years to an end like a sigh.
For the years of our life are seventy
or even by strength eighty,
yet their span is but toil and trouble;
they are soon gone, and we fly away.”
Psalm 90: 7-11
I see Moses looking back and contemplating his life. He had
been “herding cats” through the desert for forty years. His memory
drifted back over those who were killed or had died out-- all because
of rebellion. Almost an entire generation, GONE.
A friend has been reading through this Psalm with me. She
does not like it. From verses three to eleven it is depressing,
simply depressing. But, think of it this way: if the patient does
not know just how bad things are, will he search for remedy?
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