Vengeance

Tammy De Ruyter

READ : Psalm 94:1-11 You God of vengeance, shine forth! (v. 1) I don’t get mad, I get even! glared the bumper sticker on the adjacent car. The driver’s radio was obnoxiously loud and he gunned his engine with impatience. Traffic was at a standstill. The temperature was hot and tempers were hotter. Finally, cars could move again. As the miles passed quickly by, I soon noticed “Mr. Rude” along the side of the road. Smug satisfaction crept into my …

Majesty on High

Tammy De Ruyter

READ : Psalm 93 Majestic on high is the Lord! (v. 4) The whirling rush of the blades accelerated as the helicopter slowly rose. The Maui Air Tour had begun. As my friends described their vacation experience, more than two weeks later, they were instantly transported back to that awe-inspiring ride. Lush, misty valleys; soft green mountains unfolding into dark, rocky crags; the Pacific waves pounding the island’s shore. And of course, the “dormant” volcano – massive in size and …

Palm Trees in God's House

Tammy De Ruyter

READ : Psalm 92:5-15 The righteous flourish like the palm tree. (v. 12) In the fall of 2004 a series of hurricanes pounded the Florida coast. Newscasts reported terrifying winds, houses destroyed, people killed, and billions of dollars in damage. To emphasize the ferocity of the storms, TV cameras inevitably zoomed in on the shoreline as waves peaked to immeasurable heights and palm trees flexed to the ground. Always standing, sometimes bending, rarely breaking, these trees have been a source …

Instruments of Joy

Tammy De Ruyter

READ : Psalm 92:1-4 To the music of the lute . . . harp . . . lyre . . . I sing for joy. (vv. 3-4) In third grade I started piano lessons. In fourth grade came classical guitar. In fifth grade my band instrument was the flute. To this day these instruments nourish a deep place in my heart. They bring me great joy. The psalmist may or may not have played an instrument himself, but he acknowledges …

Terror of the Night

Tammy De Ruyter

READ : Psalm 91 You will not fear the terror of the night. (v. 5) I had barely finished moving to Southern California when the Northridge earthquake struck. It was the dead of night. First came a deep, earthy grumble . . . then the sound of a freight train surging through the living room . . . finally . . . the shaking. Glass broke, people screamed, dogs barked, and sirens blared. I lay in bed and pondered the …

Chocolate Mountains

Tammy De Ruyter

READ : Psalm 90 Yes, establish the work of our hands! (v. 17 NIV) As children, my brother, sister, and I attempted to re-create Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Room in our garage. In the movie Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, a handful of lucky kids entered a magnificent, vaulted room of sensory delight. Through this amazing cavernous chamber ran the gurgling chocolate river. In our homemade version, plywood served as the foundation. Mud, loads of it, covered the base and …