From: Megan Pinckard
“Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death” (Psalm 9.13). How you love defeated people, Father. More than once bled, broken men were hung out to cry—Lord, have mercy. Look at Samson: “And Samson called unto the Lord, and said, O Lord God, remember me, I pray thee, and strengthen me, I pray thee, only this once, O God” (Judges 16.28). Only this once. Have I dared ask for that, my Christ? Only this once? I think I have always been asking it. I owe you this, that, and these, yet you grant countless mercies to me over my enemies—even myself. I have been blinded by my own hand. Yet it took Samson until he was stripped of sight to say, “I seek thee.”
We ask, Indelible Light, that in your violent grace you break us, if to build; you destroy, if to restore. You bring us to our knees to bring us directly to Yours.
Perish my enemies, O Lord. Perish me.
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