Joy in the Journey

 

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. He will not let your foot be moved; he who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, he who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. The LORD is your keeper; the LORD is your shade on your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The LORD will keep you from all evil; he will keep your life. The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore. (Psalm 121 ESV).

 

Mary and I are home in Texas after visiting our beloved Smoky Mountains. I have finished all the unpacking and needed to write a bit to begin posting today. I am, as usual, at a loss as to where I want to go in November. Thinking about “going” took me along a mental journey of where I had just been. That thought took me to our last day in Gatlinburg and a final visit to The Village. We usually park near the back entrance (pictured here). It’s a bit closer and less crowded than the entrance off the parkway. The entire area is closely laid out and an easy walk, even with Mary needing to use the wheelchair now for longer jaunts. It was a very pleasant walk along the brick-paved walkway browsing through the shops and stopping for a Donut Friar cinnamon twist and a fresh brewed cup of coffee (of course, Mary had the coconut frosted donut with a coke). It was a perfect fall day, just the two of us enjoying life! That memory then took me to Psalm 121, our reading today.

 

Many people look forward to going to favorite places year after year. There is a familiar journey, with anticipation building as landmarks are passed along the way. Finally, there is the joy of seeing what has changed and what has stayed the same. For the ancient Hebrew, going to the temple for feasts must have been something like this, yet for them the journey was likely far more difficult than our annual journeys are for us. Psalm 121 is a “Song of Ascents” that many of them would have sung as they traveled, and it gave them the hope that the Lord preserves His people throughout their pilgrimage.

 

To get to Jerusalem, many Israelites had to walk hundreds of miles. They had to pass through valleys and dry places, alongside cliffs and past caves. They walked through wilderness areas where there were wild animals and danger from bandits. Many would come by way of the paths along the Jordan River valley, which meant they later had to climb thousands of feet in elevation to get to the temple. As the psalmist considered that difficult climb, he wrote, “I lift up my eyes to the hills, from where does my help come?” (v. 1). It is a question for anyone facing a journey, a trial, or even death itself.

 

The right answer is found in the next verse: “My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.” This line is really a tremendous confession of faith. The hills were big, the challenges sobering. Yet the psalmist confessed that his help came from Jehovah, the truly existing God, who keeps all His promises and who is the Maker of the heavens and the earth. He is the Lord of the hills and the valleys. This is a firm profession of faith in almighty God.

 

It is an appropriate confession of God’s people as they start a week, and it ought to be our confession as we draw ever nearer to the heavenly throne of God. Without Him, we can do nothing (cf. John 15:5). In the person and finished work of Christ, who has ascended to the true Holy of Holies, we find our help and our hope. Even more, He has promised to send the Helper, the Holy Spirit, for the advantage of His disciples (cf. John 16:7). The Lord sustains, watches over, protects, and preserves His children. Though many would face dangers, and all eventually would die, the psalm ends with an eternal promise: “The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore” (v. 8). Think of your journey, whether in your special place or along the dark valleys and know the help and strength of the Lord!