The middle of Psalm 119 might also be its midnight. David opens up to God in the 11th stanza, not pretending he is fine but honestly expressing his grief. His hope has shriveled. His heartache is bringing him to edge of faith, to his wit’s end. It’s easy to feel similarly to the psalmist. But fortunately, we are given the same source of hope in the middle of our heartache.
In Psalm 119, the Christian is afforded with boundless encouragement. It relays to us the unceasing relevance of God’s Word through some of the most earnest, honest, human prayers in life’s intensest moments. The truths throughout the Psalms, but especially those of the 119th chapter, are what we cling to as the church. They are our unwavering, unfading confession.
The Christian life is compared to many things throughout Scripture. It’s likened to a soldier going to war, a sheep under the care of a shepherd, or the journey of a pilgrim to a far-off city. But, perhaps, the enduring image of the life of Christian is nowhere better realized than in the world of sports.