Pity

“Like as a father pitieth* his children, so the Lord pitieth them that fear him. For He knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.” Psalm 103:13-14 (*to love, love deeply, have mercy, be compassionate, have tender affection, have compassion.)

God pities us. Do you know Him that way? If so, it might change a lot of things. Mom and dad taught us “don’t be a complainer, don’t whine about everything.” I understand why. God differently says, “come to me, you will find pity.” Father knows we are made of dust.

Have you failed a lot lately? Be honest with Him. Is it because your circumstances are unbearable? Don’t make excuses for sin, but please tell Him all about everything. We must endure much on this earth, but sometimes our rear ends are getting kicked and we are not making it. Tell your Father in Heaven; He pities you and remembers that your torso is but powder.

The children of Israel hated their time in the desert sand, generally speaking. They murmured and God was angered at them at times. What was God up to? Was He teaching them to be tough? No, He was reducing them to a life of dependency on Him, which life was much more in sync with reality.

Friends we often get angry at our mundane existence because we feel we are missing some big exciting life. God is trying to show us John 17:3, “And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.” In this life the goal is always to get to know Him. Not, “be good, be tough, be strong, don’t quit;” but instead, through your relationship with Him, be Christlike, transparent, Spirit-taught, and then; don’t quit.

Beloved, don’t forsake the fountain of living water in order to build your own broken cisterns. We can do nothing without Him! Your Hollywood career or star studded sports thing could turn into a destroyer, if realized without Him. In its place, you have been delegated precious gifts, dear one. An intimate rapport with Abba Father will make that gift so effectual; Dad so craves to make your life count. Really!!

A friend of mine sees their life as a perpetual bummer. They were left to take care of a needy family member. They became resentful at God and at their other family. They struggled, they reluctantly stayed with it, and they poured out their heart to us at a breaking point. Did it help them? Some, but it was more than mere people could help with. Nevertheless, God is able.

Friends, when is the last time that you gushed tears to God for need of love? When did you tell Him of your mistreatments? — When, your inward struggles, physical stuff, depressive tendencies, and rages?—when, your craving for help, companionship, a friend, a caregiver or spouse?

When did we have an honest complaint, a grudge, a difference, an injustice? To men we cannot go, but His ear is bowed to hear. “Fear not, thou worm Jacob,” was uttered by God, at perfect timing. When did the angel of the Lord give you or me water, and a cake? He ministereth to Elijah on his bed of languishing.  “But we were gentle among you, even as a nurse cherisheth her children.” Paul said this to the Thessalonians. 

A person came in to the office for help. I asked them to tell me of their history in the Church. I became assured of their salvation experience. As they shared however, I could sense a determination in their demeanor to make the best of their hurting life.