“KOPH. I cried with my whole heart; hear me, O LORD: I will keep thy statutes.” (Psalms 119:145)
There is a resolution in the sound of the psalmist’s voice in this verse.
Can you hear it?
Can you identify with it?
Our family once had a cat named Etta. One day, early in the morning, someone threw this little kitty over our wall in the city. He was pitiful and we thought it was a she, so we named her Henrietta. We washed “her” and fed her until she was restored to good health. It wasn’t long afterward that I took another look and realized the “she” was actually a “he” so we shortened his name to Etta. We loved him all the same and the scrawny little bag of bones grew into a beautiful healthy gray tabby. My children, who had said goodbye to pets in the states were overjoyed to have a new member of our family.
There was just one little problem.
Etta grew into the absolutely meanest cat that ever lived.
I wondered sometimes if he was possessed with an evil spirit because he was so violent in his attacks of anyone who passed by him. That dumb cat would hid inside the seat of the couch and if some human came along and sat down near him, he would spring from the inside cushions and claw the life out of whatever appendage was closest. Arms, feet, face or ears, it made NO difference to him! Etta was after one thing; to draw blood.
The entire family had scratches on them somewhere on their bodies from this evil little beast that we had adopted in and cared for like our own. Mark and I discussed taking him to the vet to be neutered in hopes of changing his behavior. It was becoming ridiculous to live in fear of sitting on the couch or walking by Etta in fear you would be attacked.
Well, one day I was busy with household chores and I heard Etta meowing. At first, I didn’t even bother looking for him. He had food and water, and the fresh red line down my arm proved he had been in good health earlier that morning, so I paid no attention to his call.
Soon my children were running around looking for him and worried that he was hurt. I secretly was glad because I felt like he deserved a taste of his own medicine, but the meows were growing more insistent so we all set out to find him. We searched high and low to no avail. Since we lived on a very busy street it was difficult to pinpoint where the meows were originating from but finally we located the strongest meow from behind the wall in the dining room.
The house we were renting was very old and the owners had renovated it not long before putting it on the market for rent. One of the changes had been to close up an old chimney where a cast iron stove had been. Apparently, Etta had found his way onto the roof and fallen into this chimney and was stuck inside with no way out.
The calls from the cat got weaker and weaker as the day wore on and as we tried to find a solution to rescue him. Even though I considered leaving him there, I figured the stench of dead cat would be horrible at our Bible studies so I dismissed my evil thoughts and tried to figure out a way to get mean old Etta out of the wall.
Finally, my boys had to take their lives into their own hands and climb on that clay tiled roof across to the old chimney and lower a pole. There were MANY failed attempts at the rescue as Etta would back down further into the hole, but his calls became more insistent as he thought danger was imminent.
Eventually, Etta was drawn out and saved from certain death. He was reticent at first and I hoped the incident would change his attitude toward us, but it wasn’t long before he was back to his old ways. I don’t know what happened to him, but one day he just disappeared and never returned.
Now, why am I telling you this story?
Did you think I had forgotten the verse?
Etta had gotten himself into that dire situation. Etta had done NOTHING to warrant my help.
But I still listened and answered his cries for help. Why? Because he was mine.
The psalmist cried out to God with his WHOLE heart and voice. He pled with the Master for help. He resolved that he would keep God’s Word and obey the LORD.
We are human and battle this old flesh 24/7. We can resolve to live for God all we want, but we canNOT accomplish this without allowing Him to live THROUGH us.
God will hear our cries.
“In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.” (Psalms 120:1)
God will help us.
He helped Paul in Acts 26. He helped the father of the demon possessed child in Mark 9. And He will be your help!
“Our soul waiteth for the LORD: he is our help and our shield.” (Psalms 33:20)
God is Righteous and He is Just. We can make the choice to follow His Word and resolve to live in It, but we MUST not do it on our own power. We need to submit to Him and let Him have His way.
Just like that old, mean cat named Etta. I would have loved and cared for him his whole life had he just let me.
Don’t fight what God tries to do in your life. Dwell in Him, He KNOWS what is best.
Until Next Time, Lord willing,