(From gossip to gospel telling)
Psalms – Prayers of Honesty
Typically, we humans cannot wait to tell someone what we know. It is thrilling to know what you think others don’t. Somehow, it makes us feel a bit powerful and more important to have a secret the rest of our friends don’t know…yet. So, we wait for the best time to reveal the big secret. The best time is when all eyes and ears are on us, ready to hear our juicy morsel. We like the attention this gives us.
So, what IS the secret? Is it a half truth that you overheard? Is it about the demise of someone you don’t like and want others to shun with you? Is it about a friend who is struggling? Is it about someone at church, work or in your own family? Is true? Oh, that doesn’t matter when you have the attention of those you want to admire you. Wait, what?!?
We are quick to pick up morsels of knowledge and pass on information that is, at best, very temporary situations, passing attitudes in real struggles in ever changing circumstances of others. Oh, how it must break God’s heart for us to spend enormous amounts of our precious time on earth with this kind of talk when our time is better spent telling of all HIS work in us and in all those who love Him.
Is it possible to move our talk from gossip to gospel telling? What if each of us look to God and for God’s actions for this day? Start with THIS day. What if we told someone who is struggling that God is more powerful than their struggle by expressing your love and care for them in tangible ways? What if, instead of telling everyone around them your opinion of their struggle, that you pass on what God has done, is doing and will do in those who know and follow Him? “Look what GOD has done!” might be a better way to begin more holy conversations.
THIS gossip telling is our enemy’s greatest weapon. Satan works in our minds, using the passion that God put in our hearts to tell of His greatness, to instead talk about others and their situations around us. Don’t fall for it! This happens when we only look around, from the left to the right, seeking information about those whose struggles are worse than ours so we will feel better about our own selfishness and failings. Yikes.
The Psalmist recounts all that God has done in a hymn with a lot of verses but worth the read. He tells of all that can happen when we stop telling God’s Story to the next generation and turn our hearts to only self. God gets angry, but He doesn’t stop loving us. AND praise God, He doesn’t give up on His created. I am humbled at the thought.
Psalm 78, The Message
An Asaph Psalm
1-4 Listen, dear friends, to God’s truth,
bend your ears to what I tell you.
I’m chewing on the morsel of a proverb;
I’ll let you in on the sweet old truths,
Stories we heard from our fathers,
counsel we learned at our mother’s knee.
We’re not keeping this to ourselves,
we’re passing it along to the next generation—
God’s fame and fortune,
the marvelous things he has done.
5-8 He planted a witness in Jacob,
set his Word firmly in Israel,
Then commanded our parents
to teach it to their children
So the next generation would know,
and all the generations to come—
Know the truth and tell the stories
so their children can trust in God,
Never forget the works of God
but keep his commands to the letter.
Heaven forbid they should be like their parents,
bullheaded and bad,
A fickle and faithless bunch
who never stayed true to God.
9-16 The Ephraimites, armed to the teeth,
ran off when the battle began.
They were cowards to God’s Covenant,
refused to walk by his Word.
They forgot what he had done—
marvels he’d done right before their eyes.
He performed miracles in plain sight of their parents
in Egypt, out on the fields of Zoan.
He split the Sea and they walked right through it;
he piled the waters to the right and the left.
He led them by day with a cloud,
led them all the night long with a fiery torch.
He split rocks in the wilderness,
gave them all they could drink from underground springs;
He made creeks flow out from sheer rock,
and water pour out like a river.
17-20 All they did was sin even more,
rebel in the desert against the High God.
They tried to get their own way with God,
clamored for favors, for special attention.
They whined like spoiled children,
“Why can’t God give us a decent meal in this desert?
Sure, he struck the rock and the water flowed,
creeks cascaded from the rock.
But how about some fresh-baked bread?
How about a nice cut of meat?”
21-31 When God heard that, he was furious—
his anger flared against Jacob,
he lost his temper with Israel.
It was clear they didn’t believe God,
had no intention of trusting in his help.
But God helped them anyway, commanded the clouds
and gave orders that opened the gates of heaven.
He rained down showers of manna to eat,
he gave them the Bread of Heaven.
They ate the bread of the mighty angels;
he sent them all the food they could eat.
He let East Wind break loose from the skies,
gave a strong push to South Wind.
This time it was birds that rained down—
succulent birds, an abundance of birds.
He aimed them right for the center of their camp;
all round their tents there were birds.
They ate and had their fill;
he handed them everything they craved on a platter.
But their greed knew no bounds;
they stuffed their mouths with more and more.
Finally, God was fed up, his anger erupted—
he cut down their brightest and best,
he laid low Israel’s finest young men.
32-37 And—can you believe it?—they kept right on sinning;
all those wonders and they still wouldn’t believe!
So their lives dribbled off to nothing—
nothing to show for their lives but a ghost town.
When he cut them down, they came running for help;
they turned and pled for mercy.
They gave witness that God was their rock,
that High God was their redeemer,
But they didn’t mean a word of it;
they lied through their teeth the whole time.
They could not have cared less about him,
wanted nothing to do with his Covenant.
38-55 And God? Compassionate!
Forgave the sin! Didn’t destroy!
Over and over he reined in his anger,
restrained his considerable wrath.
He knew what they were made of;
he knew there wasn’t much to them,
How often in the desert they had spurned him,
tried his patience in those wilderness years.
Time and again they pushed him to the limit,
provoked Israel’s Holy God.
How quickly they forgot what he’d done,
forgot their day of rescue from the enemy,
When he did miracles in Egypt,
wonders on the plain of Zoan.
He turned the River and its streams to blood—
not a drop of water fit to drink.
He sent flies, which ate them alive,
and frogs, which bedeviled them.
He turned their harvest over to caterpillars,
everything they had worked for to the locusts.
He flattened their grapevines with hail;
a killing frost ruined their orchards.
He pounded their cattle with hail,
let thunderbolts loose on their herds.
His anger flared,
a wild firestorm of havoc,
An advance guard of disease-carrying angels
to clear the ground, preparing the way before him.
He didn’t spare those people,
he let the plague rage through their lives.
He killed all the Egyptian firstborns,
lusty infants, offspring of Ham’s virility.
Then he led his people out like sheep,
took his flock safely through the wilderness.
He took good care of them; they had nothing to fear.
The Sea took care of their enemies for good.
He brought them into his holy land,
this mountain he claimed for his own.
He scattered everyone who got in their way;
he staked out an inheritance for them—
the tribes of Israel all had their own places.
56-64 But they kept on giving him a hard time,
rebelled against God, the High God,
refused to do anything he told them.
They were worse, if that’s possible, than their parents:
traitors—crooked as a corkscrew.
Their pagan orgies provoked God’s anger,
their obscene idolatries broke his heart.
When God heard their carryings-on, he was furious;
he posted a huge No over Israel.
He walked off and left Shiloh empty,
abandoned the shrine where he had met with Israel.
He let his pride and joy go to the dogs,
turned his back on the pride of his life.
He turned them loose on fields of battle;
angry, he let them fend for themselves.
Their young men went to war and never came back;
their young women waited in vain.
Their priests were massacred,
and their widows never shed a tear.
65-72 Suddenly the Lord was up on his feet
like someone roused from deep sleep,
shouting like a drunken warrior.
He hit his enemies hard, sent them running,
yelping, not daring to look back.
He disqualified Joseph as leader,
told Ephraim he didn’t have what it takes,
And chose the Tribe of Judah instead,
Mount Zion, which he loves so much.
He built his sanctuary there, resplendent,
solid and lasting as the earth itself.
Then he chose David, his servant,
handpicked him from his work in the sheep pens.
One day he was caring for the ewes and their lambs,
the next day God had him shepherding Jacob,
his people Israel, his prize possession.
His good heart made him a good shepherd;
he guided the people wisely and well.
“Listen, dear friends, to God’s truth, bend your ears to what I tell you…”
“Stories we heard from our father, counsel we learned at our mother’s knee…We’re not keeping this to ourselves, we’re passing it along to the next generation–God’s fame and fortune, the marvelous things he has done.”
“Know the Truth and tell the stories so their children can trust in God”
“Never forget the works of God, but keep his commands to the letter.”
The next generation, and those to come, of our beloved family and friends cannot “obey God’s commands to the letter” if that do not know God and His commands. We must tell them. We can be a “fickle and faithless” bunch as God’s people who fall easily to Satan’s plan to have a whole generation to himself that never knew God.
Are we going to let that happen?
May we hear His Truth, follow Him and tell of HIS greatness not humans’ misfortunes. Let us be determined to tell of His greatness and to tell HIS story. Let us be gospel tellers not gossip spreaders. Our time is precious.
Dear Heavenly Father,
You are a great and mighty God. You created all and are in all. We repent of spending too much time on talk that is foolish and unholy. We will tell of your greatness, all you have done, are doing and will do in our lives. I only know what You have done for me. So, that is what will be on my lips. Help me to be a better gospel teller so others will know You.
In Jesus Name, Amen