1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
I opened a post today that contained graphic pictures of executions. Not medieval nightmares but modern day executions. Human beings burying their humanity and compassion and murdering other people because they disagreed with them. The photos were cruel, gloating displays of power and warning. I thought that I needed to look. And maybe I did.
But it left me feeling sick – not so much for the graphic nature of the photos, though that was indeed sickening, but for what they meant. Satan1 – Humanity 0
I turned to The Word via the WordLive website and happened to fall on Psalm 121. Where does my help come from – from the Lord. In dealing with my grief and in helping me journey on.
At the moment, with Christians being persecuted all over the world, Ebola outbreaks and other diseases running out of control, political strife throughout the Middle East and in Europe, the persistent destruction of our planet, greed and hunger sitting side-by-side and moral truths being destroyed in the name of profit, it is easy to feel that the end times are near at hand. However, I am unable to feel content about that.
So I must daily lift my eyes to the hills and know that God is at hand and in control. And that he weeps with me.