‘You’ll get over it’
‘You need in depth ministry’
‘Your best life now!’
‘God wants you to be happy’
‘God must love you a lot to let you go through that’
‘The loss of your wife/child/grandparent/ your terminal diagnosis sounds awful: I know how you feel, when I was a child my pet hamster died’.
‘You may feel bad- but can’t you put that aside for a moment?’
Hear my prayer, Lord;
let my cry for help come to you.
Do not hide your face from me
when I am in distress.
Turn your ear to me;
when I call, answer me quickly.
For my days vanish like smoke;
my bones burn like glowing embers.
My heart is blighted and withered like grass;
I forget to eat my food.
In my distress I groan aloud
and am reduced to skin and bones.
I am like a desert owl,
like an owl among the ruins.
I lie awake; I have become
like a bird alone on a roof.
All day long my enemies taunt me;
those who rail against me use my name as a curse.
For I eat ashes as my food
and mingle my drink with tears
because of your great wrath,
for you have taken me up and thrown me aside.
My days are like the evening shadow;
I wither away like grass.
I love how the Psalms face things unflinchingly, do not hide or resort to cliché.
I read this Psalm (102) this week. Although the Psalm moves onto reassurance, it is not facile and the writer still feels he is broken… and he is never told to ‘cheer up’