A pilgrimage song.
From my earliest youth my enemies have persecuted me,
but they have never defeated me.
My back is covered with cuts,
as if a farmer had plowed long furrows.
But the Lord is good;
he has cut me free from the ropes of the ungodly.
Psalms 129:2-4 NLT
Can you see the writer of this song somehow looking forward and seeing Jesus?
Persecuted.
With literal furrows in his back.
With spiritual furrows carved in him.
And a Heavenly Father who did cut him free.
But rather than the human response for justice found in this song, Jesus only gave back grace.
Love.
And this is the Kingdom that our pilgrimage journey is taking us towards.
A place called home.
Where our Heavenly Father has cut us free, where we can find true rest, peace, shalom.
A place where justice has already prevailed.
For now, just like the writer of this Psalm, we take one step at a time, and just like Jesus, in the dark, trust our Heavenly Father.
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