Far, far from home

I call on the Lord in my distress,

    and he answers me.
² Save me, Lord,
    from lying lips
    and from deceitful tongues.

³ What will he do to you,
    and what more besides,
    you deceitful tongue?
⁴ He will punish you with a warrior’s sharp arrows,
    with burning coals of the broom bush.

⁵ Woe to me that I dwell in Meshek,
    that I live among the tents of Kedar!
⁶ Too long have I lived
    among those who hate peace.
⁷ I am for peace;
    but when I speak, they are for war. Psalm 120

Just recently I have read my way through Psalm 119, all 176 verses of it. I have taken it in the bite-size chunks the Bible divides it into, day by day, and found many good and challenging things in it, especially regarding the Bible as God’s “law” or “commands” or “precepts”. But I won’t deny that I was glad to come to the end. I found myself feeding on two quite tiny psalms.

What struck me in particular was the sharp contrast in mood between Psalm 120, which I have put above, and Psalm 121…

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
² My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

³ He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
⁴ indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

⁵ The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
⁶ the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

⁷ The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
⁸ the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore. Psalm 121

Surely, from the depths to the heights!

In Psalm 120 the psalmist, while still praying to God (“I call on the Lord in my distress”), and while still experiencing something of his presence (“and he answers me”), is in a pretty bleak mood.

His problem? He feels out of place - alienated, to use the modern word.

The commentaries don’t tell us much about Meshech and Kedar, but it seems they were places where there was an atmosphere of, first, lies and, second, warlikeness – and both were a long way from the holy city of Jerusalem. It seems almost as if the writer feels he has become too accustomed to this atmosphere, and has just woken up exclaiming “What am I doing here? I don’t belong here!” He is far, far from home, in more ways than one.

What led him to live in Meshech and Kedar we aren’t told: sinful, disobedient decisions? or circumstances over which he had no control? Whatever, he is deeply miserable, and draws his psalm to an end with a plaintive, almost self-pitying, note: “I am for peace; but when I speak, they are for war”.

Such alienation is something I know very little of: little more than homesickness the first time I ever travelled alone. But probably most of us do know the sheer loneliness of, perhaps, a first night at college or adjusting to a new home: it was all so strange!

As a student I spent a few weeks working on a kibbutz (a communal village in Galilee) and messages from home were more precious than I could have imagined. One day, out in the banana groves, somebody told me that there was an air-mail letter for me back at the centre. Oh joy! It was an agony to have to wait till my shift ended. But when I got back I found that the letter had disappeared, and I don’t think it ever came to light. I am not a person easily moved to tears, but on that occasion I was suddenly like a heart-broken child: life seemed so cruel. I was so far from home.

Three things from Psalm 120 seem applicable to such circumstances…

First, as Christians we are people of the truth: falsehood should be utterly alien to us. Jesus spoke of himself as “the way, the truth and the life”. He spoke of the devil – no less! – as “a liar and the father of lies”.

But like the psalmist we live in a world of “lying lips and deceitful tongues” (verse 2) – of “fake news” and the casual acceptance of lies as part and parcel of everyday life (in published surveys the majority of people seemed quite surprised at the very suggestion that lies are necessarily wrong). We don’t want to be holier-than-thou-honest, of course not. But simply – well, straight, the kind of men and women that other people can instinctively trust.

Second, as Christians we are people of peace. Again, the Bible speaks of Jesus as “the prince of peace” – have we ever sat down to think seriously about that wonderful title?

In our world of conflict, hatred, jealousy, anger, killing, just quoting those words doesn’t solve all the problems, of course, neither the practical ones nor the moral ones: some Christians, for example, are out-and-out pacifists while others think, albeit with sadness, that there is a place for “just war”. But to persevere in prayer for peace, and for political leaders who will struggle with integrity to find a way to bring it about – that, surely, should be high on our prayer lists, both in our private prayers and in the context of worship. Christianity is about more than individual, personal salvation.

Third, as Christians we are people of compassion.

It’s hard, in our present climate, to think about peace and truth without thinking of certain victims of lies and war: in a word, of migrants. In Britain those people risking their lives in open boats to get here, and penned up in hostels where temptations to violence, sexual wrongdoing and idleness are all around – they stir up furious, hate-filled reactions from many of us who feel that “our” space is being threatened. This animosity is understandable, but we need to remember the tragic backgrounds from which many of these “invaders” come.

“What can I do?” we may ask. To which “Not a lot” may be the honest answer. But we can and must persevere in prayer, not least for wise and principled politicians who will struggle to find a just solution. And to pray even for those who seem to threaten us – that, surely, is a Christlike thing to do.

Yes, the person who wrote Psalm 120 is in a state of real distress. But still he “calls on the Lord”. May we do the same until the day comes when we can say “he has answered me” – and find ourselves out of the gloom of Psalm 120 and into the blue skies of Psalm 121.

Back for that next time!

Father, I pray for all the lonely and far from home, for the victims of warfare and injustice, for those whose hearts are breaking. Give me the gift of Christ-like compassion and an understanding of how to make it known in whatever ways I can, and the faith to believe in that day when “the earth shall be filled with glory of God as the waters cover the sea”. Give me eyes open to see – really see - the visitor and stranger. Amen.