Psalm 31: 9-16 v 12 “I am ignored as if I were dead, as if I were a broken pot.”
I am wasting away from within. Even my friends are afraid to come near me. I am ignored as if I were dead, as if I were a broken pot.” “You are my God! My future is in your hands. Rescue me.
I remember treating a gentleman who had a stroke. He was gradually recovering his ability to walk but his body did not work so well. He was sad because his wife was acting as though he had died already even to the point that she was sorting out and getting rid of a lot of his clothes, without asking him. I am sure he would have understood this, broken, and ignored.
I have been there too when I have been so mad about something that people are afraid to come near me. I go on and on about things they have no control over. I can’t let it go.
And then there is the wasting away from within. Those deep hurts that we keep hidden. That bubble up now and then and explode like a volcano. Where did that come from? I am wasting away from within.
In this Holy week as we see deep friendships denied, and tempers rage at the institution of the church, and if we feel ignored as if we were dead, as if we were a broken pot.” our cry is still. “You are my God! My future is in your hands. Rescue me.”
Prayer: Almighty and Everlasting God who reminds us today that we are broken, rescue us. Amen
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