Two of the psalms in the psalter for today call to mind the pouring out and flowing of an existential substance. A flow beyond human measure, yet encompassing the measure of man. How else can I say it? Furthermore, these psalmist measures provide a fascinating contrast one to the other.
"You have noted my lamentation; put my tears into your bottle;" (Psalm 56:8)
Well, yes, the tears each of us has cried are not infinite in a purely physical sense. But the grief we have felt is beyond our own measure. The psalmist cries out to the Lord for deliverance from his enemies, our enemies, the Enemy.
"Let them vanish like water that runs off..." (Psalm 58:7)
God captures our grief and accounts for it. God dismisses the evil causes of grief to oblivion. It is poured out not to be recovered.
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