Read | Psalm 70
Hasten, O God, to save me;
come quickly, Lord, to help me.
May those who want to take my life
be put to shame and confusion;
may all who desire my ruin
be turned back in disgrace.
May those who say to me, “Aha! Aha!”
turn back because of their shame.
But may all who seek you
rejoice and be glad in you;
may those who long for your saving help always say,
“The Lord is great!”
But as for me, I am poor and needy;
come quickly to me, O God.
You are my help and my deliverer;
Lord, do not delay.
Respond | Joey Dearduff
The seventieth psalm is bookended by unanswered pleas for urgency. The psalmist, much like us in our own perpetual waiting for some unknown end, pleads for God to “make haste to help me!” to “hasten to me, O God!” culminating in one final desperate cry: “O LORD, do not delay!” The psalmist cries out with our pain: How long, O God, will our viral enemy reign over us? How long will we be in this unknown? When will your voice drown out the voice of fear! Make haste, O God! Do not delay! Alas, we await just as the psalmist does for a God we know is certainly listening but seems to be respond much too slowly, if at all. God hears our cry and is not just going to respond, but is responding. It is an act of faith, not just to our own experience in this new reality but to the very God we call upon, when we cry out as the psalmist does: Make haste, God. Do not delay. We cry out to you. Hear our cry. Amen.