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Day 2755 – Wisdom Nuggets – Psalm 102:1-17 – Daily Wisdom
Wisdom-Trek Podcast Script – Day 2755
Welcome to Wisdom-Trek with Gramps! I am Guthrie Chamberlain, and we are on Day two thousand seven hundred fifty-five of our Trek. The Purpose of Wisdom-Trek is to create a legacy of wisdom, to seek out discernment and insights, and to boldly grow where few have chosen to grow before.
The title for today’s Wisdom-Trek is: The Prayer of the Destitute – Finding Hope Among the Ruins
Today, we step onto a path that is dusty, broken, and stained with tears. We are entering the landscape of Psalm One Hundred Two, and we will be trekking through the first half, verses one through seventeen, in the New Living Translation.
In our previous trek through Psalm One Hundred One, we stood tall with King David. We looked into the “King’s Mirror” and heard his bold manifesto of integrity. He vowed to walk blamelessly, to purge his house of liars, and to actively destroy the wicked from the City of the Lord. It was a psalm of strength, confidence, and royal authority.
But life is not always lived on the mountaintop of royal confidence. Sometimes, the king loses his crown. Sometimes, the city we vowed to keep clean lies in ruins. Psalm One Hundred Two is the dark valley that often follows the mountain peak.
This psalm stands out in the Psalter because of its unique superscription: “A prayer of one overwhelmed with trouble, pouring out problems before the LORD.”
It does not identify an author—no David, no Asaph, no Sons of Korah. It is anonymous, perhaps so that any of us, when we are “overwhelmed with trouble,” can sign our own name to it. It is the fifth of the seven “Penitential Psalms,” traditionally used by the church during Lent. It reflects a time—likely the Babylonian Exile—when the promises of Psalm One Hundred One seemed to have failed, and the glorious city of Zion was nothing but a heap of stones.
Yet, in the midst of this devastation, we will find a pivot point of hope that is as sturdy as the throne of God itself.
So, let us sit amidst the ashes and learn how to pray when we are falling apart.
The first segment is: The Urgent Cry from the Void.
Psalm One Hundred Two: verses one through two.
Lord, hear my prayer! Listen to my plea! Don’t turn away from me in my time of distress. Bend down to listen, and answer me quickly when I call.
Guthrie Chamberlain: The psalm opens with panic. There is no preamble, no theological adoration, just a desperate, breathless clutch for connection: “Lord, hear my prayer! Listen to my plea!”
When we are overwhelmed, our prayers often lose their polish. We stop trying to sound “spiritual” and just try to be heard. The psalmist is terrified of one thing: the silence of God.
“Don’t turn away from me in my time of distress.”
Literally, “Do not hide Your face.” In the Ancient Israelite worldview, to see the face of the King was to have His favor and protection. For God to “hide His face” was the ultimate disaster. It meant the withdrawal of covenant protection, leaving the person exposed to the chaotic forces of the world.
He begs God to “Bend down to listen.” This implies a disparity in status. God is high and lifted up; the sufferer is low, weak, and whispering from the dust. He needs the Great King to incline His ear, to lean in close, because the psalmist barely has the strength to speak.
And notice the time constraint: “answer me quickly when I call.”
Patience is a virtue, but when you are drowning, you don’t have time for a long lesson in character development. You need a lifeline now. This honesty is vital. God does not despise the urgency of our pain. He allows us to put a timestamp on our requests when we are in the crisis zone.
The second segment is: The Physicality of Grief: Smoke and Embers.
Psalm One Hundred Two: verses three through five.
For my days disappear like smoke, and my bones burn like red-hot coals. My heart is sick, withered like grass, and I have lost my appetite. Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.
The psalmist now describes his condition, and it is a holistic breakdown. Sorrow isn’t just an emotion; it is a physical assault.
“For my days disappear like smoke.”
His life feels insubstantial, fleeting, and vanishing. He tries to grasp his time, but it slips through his fingers like vapor.
“and my bones burn like red-hot coals.”
This describes a deep, inner fever—a burning inflammation that penetrates to the very core of his structure. His “bones,” usually the symbol of stability and strength, are now the source of his agony. He feels like he is being incinerated from the inside out.
The damage extends to his vital center: “My heart is sick, withered like grass.”
In Hebrew thought, the heart is the seat of the will and the intellect. His ability to think, to plan, and to hope has been scorched. Like grass in the Middle Eastern sun that hasn’t seen rain, he is dry and brittle.
The result is a total loss of normal human function: “I have lost my appetite.” (Literally: “I forget to eat my bread”). He is so consumed by grief that the basic instinct for survival—hunger—has been suppressed.
“Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones.”
His grief has emaciated him. The constant, audible “groaning” of his spirit has burned up his physical reserves. This is a picture of a human being wasting away under the pressure of unmitigated suffering.
The third segment is: The Architecture of Loneliness.
Psalm One Hundred Two: verses six through seven.
I am like an owl in the desert, like a little owl in a far-off wilderness. I lie awake, lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.
Suffering isolates us. Pain creates a wall that others cannot easily cross, and the psalmist uses striking ornithological imagery to describe his profound loneliness.
“I am like an owl in the desert.”
The owl is a creature of the night, a creature of the ruins. It dwells in places where human habitation has ceased. It is a symbol of desolation. By comparing himself to an owl, the psalmist is saying, “I belong to the darkness. I inhabit the places that civilized, happy people avoid.”
He intensifies this with: “I lie awake, lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.”
Insomnia is the constant companion of grief. While the world sleeps, he watches. The image of the “solitary bird” suggests a creature separated from its flock, exposed to the elements, chirping into the void with no one to answer. He feels utterly disconnected from the community of the living.
The fourth segment is: The Social and Divine Assault.
Psalm One Hundred Two: verses eight through eleven.
My enemies taunt me day after day. They mock and curse me. I eat ashes for food. My tears run down into my drink because of your anger and wrath. For you have picked me up and thrown me out. My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.
The isolation is broken only by hostility.
“My enemies taunt me day after day.”
When we are weak, predators circle. The psalmist’s suffering is viewed by his enemies not as a tragedy to be pitied, but as a weakness to be exploited. They use his name as a curse. They say, “May you become like him!”
His mourning is total: “I eat ashes for food. My tears run down into my drink.”
Ashes were the sign of mourning and repentance. He is so immersed in his grief that the ashes on his head fall into his food; his tears dilute his wine. He is literally consuming his own sorrow.
But the true source of his pain is not the enemies; it is God.
“because of your anger and wrath. For you have picked me up and thrown me out.”
This is a brutal theological honesty. The psalmist does not attribute his suffering to “bad luck” or “the universe.” He attributes it to the personal agency of Yahweh.
The image is violent: God has “picked me up”—perhaps implying a former time of elevation or favor—only to “throw me out” (or cast me down). It’s the image of a wrestler lifting an opponent to smash them to the mat, or a strong wind seizing a leaf. He feels discarded by the very God he is praying to. This reflects the trauma of the Exile, where God uprooted Israel from their land and cast them into Babylon because of His “anger and wrath” against their sin.
The result is a return to the theme of transience: “My life passes as swiftly as the evening shadows. I am withering away like grass.”
He is fading. The sun is setting on his existence.
The fifth segment is: The Great Pivot: The Eternal King and the Dust of Zion.
Psalm One Hundred Two: verses twelve through fourteen.
But you, O Lord, will sit on your throne forever. Your fame will endure to every generation. You will arise and have mercy on Jerusalem— and now is the time to pity her, now is the time you promised. For your people love every stone in her walls and cherish even the dust in her streets.
Here lies the magnificent turn. Verse twelve begins with two words that change everything: “But you…”
The psalmist looks away from his withered grass-like heart and fixes his eyes on the only stable thing in the universe: “But you, O Lord, will sit on your throne forever.”
He contrasts his own transience (evening shadows, smoke) with God’s Eternity. He contrasts his own rejection (thrown down) with God’s Sovereignty (enthroned). The fact that God is eternal means that the current disaster cannot be the final word. God will outlast the trouble.
Because God is the Eternal King, He must act: “You will arise and have mercy on Jerusalem.”
The “Arising” of Yahweh is Divine Council language. It means God is standing up from His throne to intervene in history, to execute judgment and salvation.
The psalmist senses a shift in the spiritual atmosphere: “now is the time to pity her, now is the time you promised.”
This refers to the “appointed time” (mo’ed). If this is an exilic psalm, he is likely thinking of Jeremiah’s prophecy of seventy years. He is checking God’s clock. He is saying, “Lord, the alarm is ringing. The time for wrath is over; the time for mercy has arrived.”
And then, we have one of the most tender verses in all of Scripture: “For your people love every stone in her walls and cherish even the dust in her streets.”
Jerusalem (Zion) is in ruins. The temple is gone. The walls are toppled. It is just a pile of rubble and dust. Yet, the servants of God “love” (ratsah—take pleasure in) those stones. They “cherish” the dust.
This is a profound definition of loyalty. It is easy to love Zion when the temple is gleaming with gold and the choirs are singing. It is easy to love the church when it is prosperous and popular. But the true servants of God love the stones of the ruin. They see the value in the dust because it belongs to God. Their heart breaks for the broken things of God. This affection for the ruins is the first sign that restoration is coming.
The sixth segment is: The Missionary Outcome: The Nations Will Fear.
Psalm One Hundred Two: verses fifteen through seventeen.
Then the nations will tremble before the Lord. The kings of the earth will tremble before his glory. For the Lord will rebuild Jerusalem. He will appear in his glory. He will listen to the prayers of the destitute. He will not reject their pleas.
The restoration of Zion is not just for the sake of the Jews; it is for the sake of the cosmos.
“Then the nations will tremble before the Lord. The kings of the earth will tremble before his glory.”
When God rebuilds the ruins, it sends a shockwave through the geopolitical and spiritual world. The “nations” (who are under the dominion of the rebel gods) will see that Yahweh is alive and active. They will “tremble” (fear/revere) His name.
This connects to the Divine Council worldview theme we saw in Psalm Ninety-six. The rebuilding of Jerusalem is the visible proof that Yahweh is reclaiming the earth. When He restores His people, He is vindicating His reputation.
“For the Lord will rebuild Jerusalem. He will appear in his glory.”
This is Theophany. God’s glory (kavod) was absent from the ruined city (Ezekiel saw it leave). But the rebuilding signals the return of the Glory.
And finally, how does this great Cosmic King, who terrifies the nations, accomplish this work?
“He will listen to the prayers of the destitute. He will not reject their pleas.”
The word “destitute” (arar) is rare. It refers to something stripped naked, utterly bare—like a lonely tamarisk shrub in the desert. It harkens back to the “owl in the ruins.”
The glory of God is revealed not just in melting mountains (Psalm Ninety-seven), but in listening to the naked, stripped, destitute prayer of the one sitting in the ashes. The rebuilding of the Holy City begins with God hearing the cry of the brokenhearted.
Psalm One Hundred Two teaches us that we do not have to hide our desolation from God.
We can be the owl in the desert. We can eat the bread of ashes. We can feel thrown down. But if we can pivot our eyes to the Eternal Throne, and if we can find it in our hearts to love the dust of God’s broken kingdom, we align ourselves with the restoration that is to come.
God is looking for servants who cherish the ruins, for they are the ones He will use to rebuild.
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