Sunday by Sunday we sing Psalms. We concentrate on getting them right. But the words?
Happy are they whose transgressions are forgiven,
and whose sin is put away!
Happy are they to whom the Lord imputes no guilt,
and in whose spirit there is no guile!
Peace perfect peace! Guileless and guiltless! Perfect happiness! Can we expect such perfection in our real lives? Lord, have you set the bar too high?
While I held my tongue, my bones withered away,
because of my groaning all day long.
For your hand was heavy on me day and night;
my moisture was dried up as in the heat of summer.
The world tells me to just move on. Put it behind you they say. Is this not the right way? Lord, repentance is hard. Forgiveness needs action, it needs self examination. Why should I do it? But then the Psalmist tells it like it is. The guilt, the wrongness working within me. Do I need this? Isn’t the world right? Time heals all wounds. Forgiveness? Is it not just the frost in the morning, burned away with the heat of the morning sun?
Then I acknowledged my sin to you,
and did not conceal my guilt.
I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord.”
Then you forgave me the guilt of my sin.
Lord, it is simple isn’t it? Repentance, looking at my life and realizing what is wrong. Lord, I do not have the strength to do this but sometimes need to be carried. Then I can take that first step. The darkness lightens, a gleam of hope appears. Suddenly the meaning of this season appears. We are following in your footsteps toward the cross. We are living within a promise of forgiveness. Thank you Lord!