Psalm 119:17 Living for God

Twitter is like a window into the soul of millions of people in the world. They tweet things they wouldn't tell anyone in person. People who don't interact with others at all find their outlet online.

That's why I go to Twitter when I want to know what people are thinking about a particular topic.

Today I searched Twitter for the phrase "reason for living"

finally found the reason for living

— mibil (@mybllnble) September 11, 2017

mibil doesn't actually go on to say what her reason for living is. She just wanted to let the world know she found it. For most thinking people, it's a big deal to discover your reson for living.

The vast majority of tweets were like this next one. It's not a big surprise that a majority of people find their reason for living in their relationships.

Joe @joejonas my love, I can't live without you. You are my only reason for living. There is no greater love than what I feel for you....

— Lisa (@wonderfuldream) September 10, 2017

But what happens when the relationship ends? A frequently tweeted quote has the answer to that:

What is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying. - Albert Camus

— Book lovers (@book_lvrs) September 10, 2017

There are others on Twitter who, seriously or not, find their reason for living in trivial things:

My reason for living is mail. And ruling the world but really it's mail. I loooooooove mail. If you want to make me happy/get me something

— Angel K (@AvidReaderBlog) September 9, 2017

Only reason for living is cats

— Wel ☃ (@WheeeeeeeelYum) September 7, 2017

And then there are the philosophical tweets:

" As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death. "

— Sharonda Lee (@sharondalee2127) September 7, 2017

life is life there is not reason for living.

— donnie conyers (@DonnieConyers) September 11, 2017

The following series of tweets struck me, as J. Bocanegra contemplates the reason for living:

and if i can't believe myself, why bother to continue searching for meaning when the "myself" through which i perceive is unreliable?

— J. Bocanegra (@ncallowed) September 7, 2017

living is really nothing more than arrogance against meaninglessness. give AI complete freedom, and its first action will be to shut down

— J. Bocanegra (@ncallowed) September 7, 2017

we like to pretend it's curiosity or love or achievement that keeps us going, but the only thing controlling us is the primal fear of death

— J. Bocanegra (@ncallowed) September 7, 2017

and here i am, full circle, finding my reason for living again: i care about stories. thank god i can write.

— J. Bocanegra (@ncallowed) September 7, 2017

I certainly understand his conclusion. Writing is one of the primary things that gets me excited about life. I do indeed thank God I can write.

But writing cannot be my reason for living.

David was never on Twitter (although both he and Solomon would have rocked Twitter), but he did share his thoughts on the reason for living.

Be good to your servant so that I might live, that I may obey your word.


Psalm 119:17  

The first half of the verse is a prayer that is common to all people who have faith in God. It's similar to "give us this day our daily bread" in Jesus' model prayer. It expresses our most basic desire, that God will give us the good things we need in life. Indeed, as David puts it, the good things we need in order to live.

It's easy to get sidetracked in our prayers, asking God for all kinds of things that will bless us beyond mere sustenance of life. We want good weather. We want the car to keep going for another year. We want our kids to be happy. We want more mail or more cats.

But at the root of faith is reliance upon God's goodness to sustain life itself.

And, according to David in this verse, at the root of God's continued blessing of life itself is God's purpose for our continued life on earth.

That I may obey your word.

Try that on for size.

God does indeed bless us with loved ones who make our lives fuller and vocations that give us joy and with cats and mail and other simple pleasures.

But among all the blessings, the greatest thing He gives us is the opportunity to obey His Word. Not the obligation to obey His Word or the necessity of obeying His Word, but the opportunity.

Living a life focused on living according to His character, as reflected in His Word, is the best reason for living. And for dying.

Psalm 119:17-24 Being Me, For You

The day after the total eclipse in August 2017, everyone was talking about the experience. They talked about the corona, the darkness, the temperature change. But the one thing that surprised nearly everyone the most was the insects.

As darkness fell, the crickets and cicadas and other bugs did what bugs do at dusk: they chirped and squeaked and clicked and sang..

And people did what people do in such a situation.

They tried to make money off it, selling eclipse t-shirts, eclipse party and picnic paraphernalia, eclipse glasses (some of them cheap and dangerous rip-offs).

Others tried to control the eclipse and the way people experienced it. I'm still trying to understand why my local city organizations thought it made sense that everyone would think it necessary to battle traffic in order to congregate at a local park to watch an event that was visible just by looking up from wherever you were.

Other people panicked, just like people panicked millennia ago when an eclipse was an unexpected and unexplained phenomenon. Except 21st century people panicked because they thought the crowd thronging to the area of totality would overwhelm the public infrastructure and cause the collapse of government and civilization as we know it.

As for me, I did the sort of thing that is typical for me. I tried to turn the experience into a reproduction of something I had read, to replicate the experience of someone else.

Years ago I read Annie Dillard's essay, Total Eclipse. Because of that story, I knew I wanted to be somewhere that was wide open, so I could see everything that happened as the moment of totality approached.

The experience failed to be exactly like Dillard's, which should have been no surprise to me.

What I should have done was to be me. To do what I would do in such a situation.

I should have just sat in the front  yard with my wife and watched the eclipse. We live in a neighborhood nestled among a heavily wooded area. I wish now that I had been there to hear our own insects sing, to see if the owl that hangs out somewhere near our house would wake up and join the chorus.

I should have integrated the eclipse experience into the life I live for God every day.

I live in this world for God, not for myself. Not to fit in with the flow of culture, not to pronounce my opinions about the way the world conducts itself, not to try to fit my experience into that of anyone else.

I'm like the crickets, who were created to be crickets. A cricket praises God most when it does what God designed it to do.

Annie Dillard has another essay that says much the same about weasels and eagles.

I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you. Then even death, where you're going no matter how you live, cannot you part. Seize it and let it seize you up aloft even, till your eyes burn out and drop; let your musky flesh fall off in shreds, and let your very bones unhinge and scatter, loosened over fields, over fields and woods, lightly, thoughtless, from any height at all, from as high as eagles.

Living Like Weasels, Annie Dillard

Annie Dillard spent her eclipse day doing just that. She experienced the wonders of God's creation with her whole being. And then she did what a writer does.  She wrote about it. It took her nearly two years to get it onto paper and publish those thoughts. That's what writers do.

God created me for a purpose, to grasp my one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it, limp, wherever it takes me. 

I declare the glory of God; I am his handiwork. Day after day I pour forth words that will either glorify or horrify my God; night after night He gives me opportunities to share with others the knowledge he has given me. 

ג Gimel
 17 Be good to your servant while I live,
that I may obey your word.
18 Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law.
19 I am a stranger on earth;do not hide your commands from me.
20 My soul is consumed with longing
for your laws at all times.
21 You rebuke the arrogant, who are accursed,
those who stray from your commands.
22 Remove from me their scorn and contempt,
for I keep your statutes.
23 Though rulers sit together and slander me,
your servant will meditate on your decrees.
24 Your statutes are my delight;
they are my counselors.

Psalm 119:17-24

Psalm 119:16 Pure Devotion

At the age of 82, my father died, and my mother, bound to a wheelchair, was left on her own.

Plenty of people had ideas about how I should take care of my mother. Send her off to a nursing home, move her in with my wife and I, and so on.

Instead, I ignored all those people and left Mom to live on her own in her mobile home. Some whispered that I was neglecting her.

This lasted about a year and a half, until her health took a turn for the worse and she wound up in the hospital and then a nursing home.

During that time I heard more grumblings that I was neglecting my mother. I didn't visit often enough. I didn't give her everything she wanted.

Most of those people who thought of me as neglectful had no idea what I was or wasn't doing, and certainly not what I was thinking. Few asked me why I made the choices I did.

If they had, I would have told them that every choice I made was for her well-being, even when she didn't agree with me. The fact that she died within weeks of entering the nursing home was vindication to me that I'd made the right choice to put that off as long as possible. (I've written more about the decisions my mother and I made during that time HERE.)

Neglect, to my understanding, is to abandon focusing on the person or object and leave them unattended, un-cared for. Sometimes all the proper focus in the world can still end up looking like neglect, simply because things go wrong.

I delight in your decrees; I will not neglect your word. 
Psalm 119:16

Pure devotion doesn't always mean perfection. We are fallible people, living in a fallen world.

Pure devotion means maintaining a pure focus on not only the words of the Word, but on the overarching purpose and mission God reveals to us.

I used to think godly purity meant that I'm pure (and so are my people), while those other people aren't pure. Purity was a way of defining ourselves as the ones who aren't like the impure people of the world.

There is some truth to this. We're told to be careful to remain unstained by the world. We're supposed to set ourselves apart as a holy nation.

But that "setting apart" is not only for the purpose of personal purity, but to set ourselves apart as the people who will pursue the purposes of God. And the pure mission of God is to reach out to the people of the world, the ones who don't know God's sanctifying and purifying blessings.

When I was younger, neglecting the Word meant someone refused to live according to the pure morals and doctrines as we interpreted them from the scriptures.

I see now that neglecting the Word is when we neglect God's mission as described in the Word.

Pure devotion sometimes might look to others like we're neglecting certain parts of morality or "right thinking" as we're trying to become all things to all people.

Focus on the one road God has laid out before us, not on all the people who are trying to tell us where we should be making our stand.

Psalm 119:15 Pure Training

I picked up a guitar at the age of 15 because I was frustrated.

I only ever took one formal guitar lesson.

I taught guitar lessons for a few months at a music store in Moberly, Missouri. The one requirement the store manager set down was that I had to use the lessons books that they sold, thus forcing my students to buy from them. The books were terrible, I hated teaching lessons that way, and I've never taught regular guitar lessons since.

When my foster son Cooter was a young teen, he wanted to learn to play guitar like the country music stars he listened to. I sat with him for about an hour one afternoon and taught him about the chord chart, about how to play in the proper rhythm, and a handful of other basic things. And then I left him to find his own way, occasionally answering a question now and then. Because that's how I learned.

And, of course, today he's a better guitar player than I am.

The actual true truth, though, is that I've had countless guitar lessons over the years since I first picked up that cheap K-Mart guitar.

I learned rapid chord changes from Jim Croce, or at least from listening to his greatest hits album over and over again, with a dog-eared chord book of all his songs in front of me.

I learned how to play along with other guitar players from David and Jane Schwartz, college students who were part of an eclectic small group my family stumbled into when I was in high school. I've since lost the ability to play well with others, due to decades of solo playing and fine tuning my unique style of haphazard strumming.

I learned a bio-mechanical trick to reset my inner metronome in mid-song from Steve Henness, in my fourth decade of rhythmically challenged guitar playing.

And from Cooter I rediscovered the sheer joy of playing guitar and helping people worship God. I rediscover that joy every time I look at his face up on the stage at Rocky Fork Fellowship.


Some Christians seem to think they can take formal training to learn a catechism or a system of theology and they'll know how to be a good Christian. But, just like learning to play guitar, formal training can only go so far.

Formal study produces people educated in the religion they've studied. Knowing God requires something entirely different.

I meditate on your precepts and consider your ways. 

Psalm 119:15

The psalmist says he not only meditated on God's precepts, but did so for the purpose of considering God's ways. Considering God's ways requires a lifetime of pure focus on the God who has been practicing His ways for eternity.

Consider the way God thinks. How does His mind work? Is He focused or frivolous? Is He reliable or reckless?

Consider the way He makes decisions. Is He driven by the feelings of the moment or by the strength of His character and convictions? What directions does He choose and which options does he decline?

What does God love? What does He hate?

One of the reason God sent His Son to walk this earth as a man was so we could consider the ways of God as lived out in a human lifetime. God’s ways are Jesus’ ways.

That's why there are four books telling the story of his life, so we can pick up the nuances to His ways as we consider them. The gospel writers act as four teachers, showing us the ways of Jesus from their individual perspectives.

From Matthew, I've learned that God's way is to take the long view rather than the short-sighted way of most of the people I know. Matthew presents Jesus' mission as the culmination of plans that were worked out for several thousand years. The Jesus I see in the first gospel is knee deep in history, carrying the weight of God's covenants upon His shoulders.

From Mark, I've learned that God's way is that of a skilled storyteller. Jesus spends 90% of His life on earth in almost complete obscurity. Even when He begins his active three year ministry, we see Him continually telling His disciples and the people He heals to not go running around telling everyone about Him. He knows the value of not rushing the climax of the story, because He has much He wants to accomplish before the final, sacrificial event. All of this is because His way is to stay focused on His purpose.

From Luke, I've learned to see God's empathy for the downtrodden, the suffering, the oppressed. Luke shows us the Jesus who publicly lays claim to the prophecy about Messiah early on in His home town, but does so by quoting the one Messianic prophecy that most closely describes His mission as focusing on the poor, the prisoners, the blind, and the poor. God's way is to defy expectations. Instead of strutting around like a king who deserves all the kingly perks and adulation, He eagerly becomes messily involved in the messy lives of messy people.

From John, I learned that God's way is to pull off the amazing trick of being both the King of Kings as well as a loyal friend and servant. Jesus repeatedly describes Himself as "I AM" during His teachings and His debates with the Jewish leaders, laying claim to the highest title possible as the King of Kings. And yet John also shows Jesus willing to sit by a well to carry on a conversation with a Samaritan woman. We see Jesus "eager" to share the family-centric Passover meal with His closest friends and followers, while also taking on the role of foot-washing servant for those same people.

Knowing God requires considering His ways more than simply studying doctrines. Study to know Him.

Meditation Metaphor: Slow Burn

The unseasonably cool weather in early August made me ready for Fall days and weinie roasts over a campfire. I can almost smell the woodsmoke.

Campfires remind me of Christian camp in the summers when I was a kid. Every day would end with everyone around a campfire, while we supposedly listened to a campfire talk from one of the staff.

I don't remember anything they ever said.  I was always transfixed by the fire. Given the emotionally charged atmosphere that builds up during a typical week of Bible camp, it's not too surprising that when I looked into that campfire, I saw the face of the devil staring at me from the fires of hell.

My mind would always find the glowing embers deep in the fire that looked like a pair of eyes. There might even be a mouth, as well. It would be either whispering to me or laughing at me.

I know. It's creepy stuff. But that's the kind of thing that percolates in the mind of a kid at camp. The whole experience feeds the mood swings of a growing boy.

By the end of a typical camp day, I'd been warned about the fires of hell and exhorted to get on fire for Jesus. To top it off, the day would always [always] conclude with me once again being depressed because I didn't have a campfire date.

A universal truth about a campfire, though, is that if you stare at specific embers (or satanic eyes) in the middle of a fire long enough, they will slowly be devoured by the flames until they become more pure flame than burning ember.

That's the nature of a campfire. At first, the heat from the kindling dries out and warms up the logs and sticks. The chemicals within the wood begin to burn and produce gasses. The burning gasses produce the active tongues of flame that characterize the campfire at its peak.

While the gasses burn, the cellulose fibers in the wood begin to break down in the heat. Even after the gasses have mostly burnt off and the flames are no longer high, the broken-down fibers continue to burn. This is the process we're watching when we see embers that are constantly changing. They grow in size and intensity as the fire finds fresh cellulose to ignite, then they shrink down and wink out as the fuel is consumed.

Is not my word like fire, declares the Lord... (Jeremiah 23:29)

When I meditate on the Word it both ignites my spirit in sudden flame and also begins a slow and steady chain reaction of transformation deep in my heart.

It's tempting to put the greatest value in the "soul on fire" excitement that reading the Word sometimes gives me. Some verse or story I've read many times before suddenly sparks something in me and sends me charging into the world like a fox with a firebrand tied to its tail. It's a giddy feeling and one to be cherished and turned into productive work for God.

I've learned, though, it's the slow embers that sustain me. If I feed the fire with a daily infusion of fuel from the Word, my heart is constantly being changed. The slow burn provides the energy I need to continue the long walk and work of faith.

Psalm 119:14 Pure Obedience Produces Pure Joy

Right actions produce right feelings.

That's a quote from . . . well, several of my mentors have said the same thing in slightly different versions. I heard both Wayne Kessler and Roy Weece repeat it frequently.

Jay Adams said something similar in his 1970 book, Competent to Counsel:

One very important passage is found in Genesis 4:3-7. When God rejected Cain's offering . . . Cain became angry and upset "and his face fell" (vs. 5). God then rhetorically asked Cain, "Why are you depressed?" and pointed the way toward overcoming it: "If you do right, will it [your face] not be lifted up?" Here, God sets forth the important principle that behavior determines feelings. 

There are other scriptures that teach the same idea, including Psalm 34:12-13 and I Peter 3:10-11.

I can remember the first time I heard this biblical principle in a counseling class taught by Mr. Kessler at Central Christian College of the Bible. It rocked me back on my heels. Blew my mind. Opened my eyes. Filled me with metaphors.

Ever since then, I've been doing my best to put this statute of God into practice.

It tells me what to do when I'm depressed or down-hearted. Get busy doing what God wants me to do!

It instructs me in counseling others who come to me brimming over with their negative emotions. Don't get the cart before the horse: Focus on their actions rather than on the feelings.

It gives me a swift kick in the gumption whenever I just don't "feel like" doing what I ought to be doing. Do it anyway! God doesn't tell us to feel like obeying, he just tells us to obey.

This one teaching of God has transformed my life. It has blessed me over and over again through the years.

David spoke of this same idea in Psalm 119:14.

I rejoice in following your statutes as one rejoices in great riches.

Follow the statutes and joy will be the result. Obedience first, then the feelings.

I chuckled when I realized the one act of obedience to a statute that has brought me the greatest joy is the very statute that promises I'll rejoice as a result of obeying God's statutes.

Give it a try. You'll be amazed at the number of concrete ways this simple statute applies to your life.

“Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live!”

― Bob Marley

Psalm 119:9&13 Pure Speech

At least 80% of a typical crowd of women in the Monday evening prison chapel service are incarcerated because of some form of addiction.

For some, the addiction was a direct cause. They were charged and convicted of possession or dealing of marijuana, meth, cocaine, opiods, or other controlled substances. Others are there because they committed a crime either while they were under the influence of their drug of choice (often alcohol) or they broke the law in order to obtain drugs or the money to buy them.

By the time they're in our chapel service, however, they've been forcibly separated from the supply of their addictive substance of choice.

And yet they still struggle with other impure habits.

For many, it's their addiction to nicotine. In the absence of their preferred drug, it's hard to resist the lure of the cigarette. Or of food, another frequent struggle in prison.

Over and over again, though, when we ask the ladies in the chapel what impure habit they're battling most, they curse their addiction to foul language.

For a large number of prisoners, swearing is the only form of communication they've ever known. Since birth they've heard profanity from their parents, expletives from their grandparents, cussing from their siblings, and blasphemy in the streets. The walls of their community are covered with dirty words. They're inundated with conversations laced with lewdness and crudeness.

For the women who want to sanctify their thoughts and words, the task is daunting. In prison there's no place to hide, no way to block out the onslaught of unwholesome speech.

They've encountered the God of holiness in the most unholy of places, and their newly cleansed hearts are beaten down by unwashed filth. The onslaught weighs heavily on them, not only because the words are constantly entering their minds, but because of the continual reminder of their own continued impurity of thought and speech.

Isaiah felt much the same when he "saw the Lord, high and lifted up." The seraphim cried out, "“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.”

In the face of such holiness, Isaiah's tender heart was wounded, consumed by his own purity.

“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.” (Isaiah 6:5)

The Lord's response to Isaiah's impurity of speech is a prescription for those who would clean up their own unhealthy habits of speech.

Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.” (Isaiah 6:6-8)

Is it your tongue that drags you into impurity? Burn it out!!

How can a young person stay on the path of purity? By living according to your word. . .

. . . With my lips I recount all the laws that come from your mouth. 


Psalm 119:9 & 13

When you meditate on the Word it will ignite your spirit in flame and begin a slow and steady chain reaction of transformation deep in my heart. A daily habit of time in the Word will feed a slow burn that purifies your heart, your thoughts, and, inevitably, your words.

It's not enough to get rid of the impure cuss words, rude words, and harsh words. When you allow God's Word to transform your heart, your speech will develop a purity of focus, creating a habit of seasoning your conversation with the salt of God's laws and God's ways.

Psalm 119:12-14 God in the Grooves

When I'm on the Mizzou campus I see legions of collegians walking to and from class, listening to the music coming from their electronic appendages. Their heads bob and their stride synchronizes with the digitized rhythms.

In the "old days", when I was considerably younger, we would have called this "grooving" to the music. I suspect that may have been partly because we weren't listening to data bits but to the sound of actual grooves, cut into a vinyl (later a polycarbonate) disc.

Don't expect me to explain how a tiny spiral pathway of cut grooves and pits produces music. The science of such things has always been beyond my grasp.

What I do know is that the grooves and pits do not actually produce music. Musicians make music, with their voices, hands, and other instruments. The record or disc delivers a representation of how the sound waves from the original performance engraved physical grooves into a physical format.

That's why thousands of music-lovers will pay exorbitant prices to attend live concerts, when they can buy the record albums for considerably less. With one format, they're experiencing the actual performance, with countless variations, both rehearsed and impromptu. With the other, they're experiencing a static representation of a past performance.


The Hebrew word hok or hukka originally meant to engrave, to inscribe, to hew, to cut in. The ancient Hebrews, of course, weren't engraving vinyl or polycarbonate, but on stone.

Those words then came to also be used for a statute or decree,  no doubt because of the physical cutting required to record those decrees. The word occurs 22 times in Psalm 119.

Praise be to you, Lord; teach me your decrees (hukka). With my lips I recount all the laws that come from your mouth. I rejoice in following your statutes as one rejoices in great riches.

Psalm 119:12-14

Few people today will ever read the Lord's statutes in an actual engraved form, except for archaeologists or antiquities scholars. Most will read those decrees as written in ink on paper, or digitized as part of a website or app.

Whatever the format, the image of words on a page are not actually the decrees of the Lord.

God makes decrees. He establishes statutes, the verbalized expressions of His divine nature and His intentions for the people he created.

Consider the vinyl record album again. If you're old enough - or enough of an audioophile - to have experience listening to vinyl records, you know they are not perfect. There are pops and clicks among the reproduced music, caused by tiny imperfections in the cut grooves and by dust. All those carefully engraved grooves are no longer conveying the pure sounds of the original performance.

For those of you who have never heard the pops and clicks of a vinyl phonograph record, check out Vinyl Crackle FX on YouTube (you'll want to turn up the volume) or Scratched Vinyl Before & After Restoration. There are people who greatly prefer vinyl records to more modern

Now consider again the written Bible. It can also develop pops and clicks that alter the original intent of the Lord's decrees and statutes.

Some of those clicks come when good-hearted people become too focused on organizing the words and verses into a framework of teachings and doctrines to suit their own way of thinking. The result is similar to what happens when a hip-hop DJ moves a vinyl record quickly back and forth to produce rhythmic sound effects. This scratching and sampling can sound fantastic when done by a skilled DJ, but the resulting music only vaguely resembles the original performance.

Other pops and clicks occur when we study the Bible if we're not diligent to keep our minds clear of the dust of the ideas and philosophies of the world we live in. It's easy for our hearts to become so clogged with extraneous bits of post-modern culture that our spiritual ears can no longer hear the clear voice of God as represented by the words on the page.

The best reproduction of the Lord's decrees and statutes happens when we open our minds to allow Him to teach us, allow him to engrave those decrees and statutes on our hearts, and then become - through our own words and deeds - the best representation of His character.

Like the vinyl records, like the printed page, we will bear a flawed version of his statutes. We travel the one road of life from dust to dust, accumulating pops and static, quirks and defects. But if we focus on His perfection, our imperfect lives will glorify Him.

Psalm 119:11 Hiding the Word

I have hidden your word in my heart
that I might not sin against you.

Psalm 119:11

Over a year ago one of my foster sons, now an adult with a family of his own, sent me this text, unexpectedly:

Thank you mom and dad for what you gave us, so long ago. Though I was lost for awhile, because of you both, my faith in God feels stronger now than ever (and growing), and I want my family to have the same relationship that you worked so hard to instill in us. We are so blessed to still have you all in our lives, and thank you. Love you both so much! 

I not only haven't deleted that text, but I've copied it into one of my Google Docs, where I keep all sorts of things I don't want to forget.

If this had been even a decade ago, the note would probably have been on paper, written in his hand. And that paper would be filed away somewhere special, perhaps between the pages of my Bible. More than once I've looked through the bible of a loved one who passed away and always discover treasured memories tucked in among the treasured scriptures.

When David says I have hidden your word in my heart, he uses a term for a treasure that is hidden away.

David didn't say, I have filed away your word in my brain, so that I might compile an encyclopedic knowledge of your Word. There's a place for studying for theology or studying for outlines. But the Word is meant to transform your heart, not just educate your mind.

He also didn't say, I've hidden your word away so I don't have to share it with anyone else or let them know how much I treasure it. The Word isn't meant to only be kept in a place of reverence, rarely opened and seldom shared. The large family bible on the coffee table or bookshelf may be beautiful with it s plush cover and gilded pages, but it's just another stack of flattened wood pulp if it's never used or shared.

The best purpose for treasuring the word in your heart is that I might not sin against you. That requires more than just storage.

Memorization is the topic usually associated with this verse, but it goes beyond that. It's not just recommending the filing words and phrases away as though your brain were a filing cabinet, but memorizing the meaning and intent of the words as well – Memorization with Meditation.

Studying and meditating on the Word is about absorbing the words, pondering their intent and implications, and actively allowing them to transform your heart.

With the Word of God in your heart, your path will be straight, your focus pure.

Psalm 119: Road Words

“A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called "The Road Less Traveled", describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn't hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is dead.”

 ― Lemony Snicket, The Slippery Slope

“Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason”

― Jerry Seinfeld

Psalm 119:9-10 Pure Direction

How can a young person stay on the path of purity?
By living according to your word.
I seek you with all my heart;
do not let me stray from your commands.

Psalm 119:9-10

David begins the second octet of his trip diary with a question nearly everyone has asked at one time or another.

How can a young person stay on the path of purity?

When we think of purity, we generally think about sexual purity. Or maybe pure thoughts and purity of our speech. Each of those is a different aspect of life where purity comes into play. But they are only the outward sign of inward purity.

Purity is single minded focus. It's about focusing on one thing, unpolluted by distractions.

Purity means not letting the uniqueness of my own way, my identity, and my interests, overwhelm the purity of God's way. There is only One Road, and it is God's road, not mine.

Jesus answered, "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the father except through me." 

John 14:6

No one comes to the Father through focusing on pure doctrine -- no matter however good and beneficial proper theology may be.

No one comes to the Father through focusing on morality - although the Father certainly expects righteousness from his followers.

No one comes to the Father through focusing on politics. Or the politics of morality.

No one comes to the Father through focusing on works -- even though he has re-created us for the purpose of doing his good works.

No one comes to the Father through focusing on engaging with culture - no matter how integral that might be for effective evangelism in the 21st century.

No one comes to the Father through focusing on anything except by focusing purely on Christ.

Put his Word in your heart and treasure it. Meditate on it. Delight in it. Breathe it in deeply. Wallow around in it. Absorb it in through your pores.

By meditating on the Word you'll be getting to know the Word who is God.

The key to purity isn't found in focusing on God's commands as a list of rules, but  in God Himself. Purity comes through seeking a pure relationship with Him. David says, “I seek YOU with all my heart”

My heart seeks God’s heart. I seek to understand the heart and mind that produced His commands. I seek to line up the direction of my heart with the clear direction of His heart.

The reason police officers ask drivers to walk a straight line is because a drunk person has difficulty keeping their mind focused on the right thing. They'll either focus on the officer's directions to walk "a straight line", and thus look down at their feet and the imaginary straight line, or they'll be looking all over the place at whatever is a momentary distraction. A person in their right mind knows to just focus on something in the distance, along the path you want to walk, and just begin walking.

The pathway to purity is the pathway to God.

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

Hebrews 12