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August 22, 2009
6 Increase the days of the king's life,
his years for many generations.
7 May he be enthroned in God's presence forever;
appoint your love and faithfulness to
protect him. 8 Then will I ever sing praise to your name
and fulfill my vows day after day. (NIV)
“If you love me” is a phrase my wife and I mutually agreed to ban from our relationship early in our marriage.
It smacks of manipulation and conditional love because something is always going to follow “If you love me…” You wouldn’t leave your dirty underwear on the bathroom floor. You wouldn’t use my razor to shave your legs. You’d do the dishes without being asked. You’d understand why I have to work late. The list goes on.
The love we receive from God is unconditional, given freely and graciously, with no strings attached. His love is more than a gift; it’s a model for how we are to love others. So no “If you love me’s” allowed around our house.
However, verses six through eight in today’s psalm almost sounds like one of these statements. The psalmist petitions God to give the king and his descendants’ long and prosperous life and then seems to promise that if God follows through, he’ll reciprocate with worship and the completion of his half of the bargain.
While it my sound like an “If you love me” moment, there’s a fine line between manipulation and motivation. Instead of trying to manipulate God into answering his prayer, the psalmist is actually motivated by what he is already confident God will do according to his request in verses six and seven.
He is so sure that God is listening, responsive and willing to give us what we ask for that he wants God to know how he will respond – with praise and by being as faithful to God as he is sure God is faithful to him.
Our confidence in God adopts a new catch phrase into the household vocabulary:
“Because I love you” replaces “If you love me”. 
August 15, 2009
5 For you have heard my vows, O God;
you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name.
(NIV)
One of my favorite bumper stickers is usually seen adorning the rear of a sports car or an R.V. and reads, “We’re spending our kid’s inheritance.”
I guess I’ve always liked it for two reasons (besides the fact that it’s funny):
First, it applauds enjoying life now. In my opinion, too many people are waiting for that elusive day when they’ve dotted the last of their “i’s” and crossed their final “t” to start living life. I’m very much a carpe diem type of guy.
Second, its message flies in the face of the idea that we ought to leave our wealth, if we have any, to our children so they won’t have to work as hard as we did.
Sure, we all want our kids to have a good life, but a financial inheritance doesn’t guarantee that.
Besides, in today’s passage the psalmist is not speaking of wealth regarding the bequest he’s received from God.
Heritage includes both inheriting the land promised to God’s chosen people and the enjoyment of the benefits from living the covenant life.
When you consider the blessings of being a child of God, a follower of Christ, you can’t put a price tag on forgiveness, joy, God’s kingdom, eternal life and living a life full of grace. They are treasures beyond value.
Which would you rather bequeath to your children, friends and neighbors – money which will flow like water through a sieve or faith that will have an eternal impact on countless lives?
Spend your inheritance, but leave behind a legacy. 
August 8, 2009
4 I long to dwell in your tent forever
and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. (NIV)
Nothing is as long as the drive of a family vacation or a cross-country road trip. No sooner than you’ve started down the road than someone is hungry, thirsty or has to go to the bathroom.
The miles drag by until “I spy”, license plate tag and twenty questions have lost all their limited appeal.
As much as dads want to set a new land speed record between home and the “happiest place on earth” they still come in a sad second to the excited and impatient kids cooped up in the back.
They’ve anticipated, dreamed about and yearned for this adventure for weeks or months and even if you had access to the starship Enterprise’s transporter it still wouldn’t be quick enough for them.
We’ve all heard, and dreaded those four little words on trips before and cringe in painful anticipation of the mantra we know is pre-programmed into their little heads. Finally, in a moment of quiet, pregnant with boredom, they whine “are we there, yet?”
One inquiry is not enough so it is reiterated with regular frequency, a metronome ticking off the miles, testing patience and shortening fuses.
You can sense this same urgency and yearning from the psalmist’s words in today’s verse. He is fed up with the now, with the waiting, with being told “someday”.
He wants to be there already, in the presence of and living with God.
Not just to escape the trials, difficulties, sadness and hardships that assail him, but to be in that happiest of places, to be with God.
It’s not enough to only be in the same place with him, though. The psalmist longs to be permanent roommates, to know the comfort and intimacy of having God’s wings hug him.
When you think about it that way, doesn’t your heart cry out “are we there, yet?” 
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I grew up on a farm in Illinois near a town of 1200 people. It was nice to recognize each face you met, but not so nice to have every move you made reported to the rest of the town, including your parents. After high school I moved to a thriving metropolis of 3800 and attended an independent Bible college where I met and married my wife Becky in 1987 and graduated in 1989. After interning a year in Canada we moved to Litchfield, Minnesota to pastor. The six years in Minnesota were both wonderful and painful. Blessings were two wonderful children: a daughter, Charissa, and 4 years later a son, Nathan. However, I struggled emotionally and was finally diagnosed with clinical depression. Through God’s loving help, medication and Christian therapy I faced the painful baggage of my past and my true motives for becoming a pastor. As a result I quit pastoring and began seeking the ministry God had in store for me. Becky grew up in Arizona and after 10 years suffering sub-zero temperatures and snowstorms we moved there in 1996 to thaw out. We still live there today. I am now a published author and recovering people-pleaser who enjoys writing about real people experiencing our real God.
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