Read: Psalm 121
I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth. (vv. 1-2)
I love mountains: the Rockies as a child, and the Appalachians now as a resident of Tennessee. In my youth, these verses were favorites because those majestic mountains made me think of God. I’d imagine God swooping down from the heights to meet his people. But Psalm 121 isn’t so much about the grandeur of mountains as it is the power of God. It’s a song of ascent, one of many sung by ancient Hebrews as they made annual pilgrimages to Jerusalem. As they climbed those rugged mountains, they knew hardship and danger, and felt fear and weariness as well as the joy of going “home.” So, they sang both trust and need.
I wonder if Jesus sang these words that last week on the way up to Jerusalem. From where would his help come to face the ugliness, the betrayal, the loneliness, and the pain of this week? He had mountains in front of him, and he had to find the courage to climb.
Whatever mountains you are facing, remember this song, sung by many a weary traveler on the way to the City of God. Yahweh is our help, and he is bigger than those mountains we’re either admiring or dreading. —Amy Clemens
Prayer: God of heaven and earth, to you I look for strength, to you I sing. If you made the mountains, it stands to reason that you are bigger and can see a way around or through what I cannot.