Tenacious prayer
Some people arrogantly scorn and abuse those who have struggles they know nothing about. Here the psalmist models the godly response to such abuse.
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to you—
to you enthroned in the heavens.
2 As the eyes of servants
are fixed on their masters’ hand—
the eyes of a slave-girl on her mistress’s hand—
so our eyes are fixed on YHWH our God
until he has mercy on us.
3 Have mercy on us, YHWH
have mercy!
For we’ve had more than our fill of contempt.
4 More than our fill of scorn—
scorn from the careless
and contempt from the arrogant.
The psalmist looks upward to God, enthroned amidst all the splendor of the light-filled heavens, its sun and moon moving at his command, its nighttime glories so breathtaking before the advent of artificial light. Puny commoners approach a great king only by invitation, humbly acknowledging their place on the bottom rung in relation to him. So the psalmist acknowledges his place as God’s servant—even putting himself on the level of the scullery maid.
Since eye contact indicates equality, the slave doesn’t presume to make eye contact. But that doesn’t keep the psalmist from being keen-eyed, watching his master’s hand, waiting for YHWH to beckon, waiting on him for mercy, utterly dependent on his undeserved love.
Yet despite his humility, the psalmist won’t be denied. He refuses to take his eyes off his master’s hand till he extends it to him in mercy because he knows he and his people have no other hope. They’re drenched in the scorn and abuse of those who—smug in their power and ease—hold them in contempt.
Having revealed himself at Sinai as “gracious and merciful… overflowing in love that never fails,” YHWH welcomes such humble audacity in prayer. Ironically, though his people may be downtrodden, they can look to the creator of the universe for the mercy the tin-pot bullies above them withhold. Their hope lies in the God who will one day end all oppression and rid the earth of all contempt.
Prayer:
Jesus, you called us to this very sort of humbly tenacious prayer. So help me keep my eyes on you, intent on your mercy, refusing to take your delay as denial. And as someone who can’t possibly live without your mercy, help me to extend it to others as freely as you give it to me. Amen.
Pray this prayer during your free moments today:
As the eyes of servants are fixed on their masters’ hand—
the eyes of a slave-girl on her mistress’s hand—
so our eyes are fixed on YHWH our God
until he has mercy on us.