Fellowship with God; July 20, 2019

Psalms 5:3 In the morning, O Lord, you hear my voice;
in the morning I lay my requests before you
and wait in expectation.

If anyone wonders why David was described as “a man after God’s own heart,” (Acts 13:22) this verse makes it pretty clear. David not only talked to God regularly, he expected an answer. How many people really do that? David was totally convinced that God was real and that He cared, and that impacted every part of his life. He was certainly as human as the rest of us, sometimes ignoring God to the point of committing adultery and then having someone killed to try to cover it up, but when it was pointed out to him what he had done, he repented fully and at no point did he accuse God of injustice, even though he had lots of bad stuff happen in his life. As Jesus said clearly, life on earth is like that. (John 16:33) However, saying that God isn’t real or that he doesn’t care isn’t the answer to anything. Recently I read of another study (there have been several) that said regular Bible reading was far and away the best predictor/indicator of spiritual maturity. If we really believe God exists, you would think we would want to know what He has said and is saying! Given the culture and technology of the day, it is doubtful that David had a personal copy of the Torah until after he was king, if then. However, as a youth he had discovered that when he prayed, God answered. That’s why he wrote so many Psalms that are part of the Bible today. Intimacy with God is something He desires far more than we do. If we will commit ourselves to seek His face as David did, we will discover that He is more real and more present than anything we can see with our physical eyes.

I’ve thankfully never gone as far as adultery and murder, but otherwise I can see a lot of parallels between me and David. I was raised to love Jesus from birth. Around age five I was recorded as saying, “Mommy, I really, really love you, but I don’t love you nearly as much as I love Jesus.” I was baptized by my own decision at age seven. I clearly remember at least one time of fairly intense worship, all by myself, when I was in the 7th grade. Even so, I drifted into pride, and didn’t let Jesus be Lord of my decisions. There was plenty of stuff that I can only place under the blood of the Lamb. However, I have come away with an unshakable conviction that God is real, and that He cares about every detail of my life. I remember telling someone about a time of worship I had in which I was totally aware that God was more real than I was, and that person really couldn’t understand what I was saying. As a pastor, one of my strongest desires for each member of the flock is that they have a regular, genuine devotional time, taking in His Word and talking to Him about it. So far, few have really taken that up to walk in it, but some have, and that is deeply satisfying. I’m not much of a pastor, but we all have the Great Shepherd of the Sheep, (Hebrews 13:20) and I want everyone in my care to be rightly related to Him.

Father, thank You for this reminder. This morning I’ll be seeing one of my wandering sheep. He has done himself far more damage than he realizes by stopping reading Your Word. I ask You to place a hunger for You and Your Word in him that cannot be denied, so that he will take in Your truth and so be set free from the rotten lies the enemy has dumped on him. May even today be a day of liberation for him, for Your glory. Thank You. Hallelujah!

About jgarrott

Born and raised in Japan of missionary parents. Have been here as an adult missionary since 1981.
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