Enjoy this final guest post by Craig Altrock. My thanks to him for encouraging and inspiring us!
This is my last post in this series on Psalm 119. The temptation is to keep writing, to keep producing more words about the Word. But therein lays a fundamental impulse Psalm 119 pushes against underestimating the nature and significance of words.
I was struck early on in my 119 day journey through this psalm by the writer’s preoccupation with God’s word. It’s not just that he felt Scripture was important. No, when he thought of Scripture it made his mouth water and his tongue pant. And while I wish my own response to God were so visceral, it does raise the issue of why one would be so passionate for ink and paper.
With that in mind it strikes me that words are frequently and easily cheapened today:
- Words exist everywhere! Think of how many words you will come across today. They flood your computer screen, they scream at you from your mobile device, they leer at you from the billboards, and they pull at you from your child’s school work.
- Words are so often used with such little thought. Ideally words are meant to capture ideas, to contain truth, and to give voice to emotion. But draping the proper words over these realities can be a delicate and wearisome activity. Because we lack the discipline to find the right word, we cast on our ideas the first word that comes to mind, like a worn out jacket from our closet. Subsequently our speech and writing is devalued because we’ve lost the restraint needed to hold our tongue or pen until the right words can be crafted.
As we cheapen words it becomes too easy to disassociate what we say from who we are:
- It doesn’t bother us to lie because the word (lie) didn’t’ mean that much to us anyway; it was just a word. What we say doesn’t reflect who we are (so we think!).
- We don’t express appreciation to another because we incorrectly assume our words are simply words. What we say doesn’t reflect who we are (so we think!).
- We make promises we can’t keep because the promise was made with lips, not our full intention. What we say doesn’t reflect who we are (so we think!).
But psalm 119 calls us back to the recognition that words are so intricately linked to the heart which gave them impulse and the lips from which they slipped that we can no sooner separate the two than we could the sun from its light. The psalmist loved God’s word because he loved God. The writer rightly believed that when God speaks He is sharing part of himself-truth, character, and heart.
I think it is for this reason the psalmist sought desperately for God’s word. To know God’s word is to know God. To speak Scripture out loud is to let the very character of God pass over your tongue. To meditate on a verse is to invite God himself into the chair of the heart. As the incarnation teaches us so many years later, to receive a Word from God was to receive God himself.
Let us not be guilty of worshiping a book. However, by the same token let us also not be charged with treating Scripture as just a book. May God’s word be for us like Lewis’ dusty wardrobe was for the Pevensie children –– a doorway to a realm where not only hope and wonder exist, but one where the Great Lion himself awaits our company.
“I lift up my hands to your commands, which I love…”
Psalm 119:48