We Have Read the Psalms and They Is Us

Ever since my youth, I have been wretched and at the point of death;
I have borne your terrors with a troubled mind.
Your blazing anger has swept over me;
your terrors have destroyed me. (Psalm 88:16-17)

Because you have made the Lord your refuge,
and the Most High your habitation,
no evil shall happen to you,
neither shall any plague come near your dwelling. (Psalm 91:9-10)

The genius who developed the Episcopal lectionary (the daily schedule of scripture readings) put these two psalms together on the same day. Granted, one is to be read at Morning Prayer, the other at Evening Prayer. But because I only pray once a day, I said them both together—and it was gut-wrenching. By the time I got halfway through Psalm 91, I felt that I was lying.

How on earth can both these psalms be true? In one, God has left the psalmist blind, friendless, and in a place where “darkness is my only companion.” In the other, “he shall give his angels charge over you…lest you dash your foot against a stone.”

If we look at these psalms for a moment as unvarnished human responses to God (rather than absolute truth claims about God’s character), we get closer to what I see as the breathtaking beauty of the psalms—and the value of the liturgies that call us to pray them. Name a human emotion, and somewhere, in some verse, the psalmist probably expresses it to God. The 150 psalms, taken together, sweep across the whole range of our experience, unflinchingly expressing our anger and thirst for vengeance as well as our joy and devotion to the Holy One.

When we pray the psalms, then, we see ourselves. When we pray them in a regular order, we come face to face, eventually, with the parts of our humanity we don’t like. More important—and this is the key—we express them all to our Source without reservation.

Is this maybe, just maybe, what a spiritual life should look like?

Imagine it. Life throws everything at us: birth and death, unutterable joy and unspeakable sadness, wild success and crushing failure, validation and rejection. Whether we can say God causes these things or not, we look for God within each experience. In the process, we tell God our feelings about it—even the “bad” feelings—with the implied confidence that God will never reject us utterly…that if God seems absent, it doesn’t mean God is absent…that, indeed, Love itself is always there, leading or carrying us to the other side.

This doesn’t answer the question of why life—God?—throws everything at us. I have my suspicions, and I think we can sometimes glimpse the reasons in specific circumstances if we pay close attention. On a global scale, of course, we have no answer. What we do have, in the psalms, is a model of how to approach God at our best and at our worst: naked, unashamed, and unafraid.