The Backward Path Forward
Psalm 77 is about memory. When I remember God, I moan; when I meditate, my spirit faints. From the first words, we know this is going to be one of those lamentsa downer. The writer is trying to reach God through overwhelming events. Time has stopped, crushing all options under the weight of the present disaster. You hold my eyelids open on a stubborn view that never changes or softens.
As I write, a crucial election lies ahead, national solvency hangs by a thread, and the character of our country is precariously balanced. Thats the big news. The small news is an acquaintance with grief. Personal friends and relatives have suffered profound loss, and while I struggle for words to comfort them, my own vulnerability comes to mind. Life is perilous by naturethe next minute could plunge any of us into a pit of despair.