Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)
Huldra Forsvant (Theodor Kittelsen)

Monday, May 4, 2009

Psalm 32: Day Two

Silent, But Not Silent

3 When I kept silent,
my bones wasted away
through my groaning all day long


This verse seems strange. It sounds like the psalmist is contradicting himself; he says he kept silent, but it's hardly silence if he was 'groaning all day long'.

But I think the silence is a lack of prayer; not bringing his troubles to God, not repenting of his sin, not calling out to God for help.

Instead he just groans away, sorry for himself, making a lot of noise, but in no particular direction. A lot of anguish and complaint, but to no helpful end.

This really strikes a chord with me, as this is exactly what I am prone to do when things get hard. I whinge, I moan, I sulk, I curse, I swear, I get bitter, I get anxious.

But I don't pray. I keep tight-lipped with arms crossed, like a sulky toddler, before the One person who can actually help me.

2 comments:

Drew said...

When I read of bones wasting away, groaning, it makes me think that not confessing actually hurts us. Even though in pride we think we don't need to, but really, it's killing us. We keep silent in stubbornness, and we bear the consequences.

Ben McLaughlin said...

That's a really good point. I think that is one of the many lies we listen to- 'you look after yourself, don't worry about repenting'. Us looking after ourselves is us sinking deeper and deeper into the mire.