If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there. (Psalm 139:8)
All last week (Sept 2nd -8th ‘07) I was thinking about Psalm 139. Part of it was the liturgical reading last Sunday (Sept 9th ‘07).
On Tuesday I was at Resurrection House in Sarasota, the day shelter for homeless people where I volunteer. I was listening to M as he told me the trials and woes of his life. I asked of he’d like to come to the Chapel to pray. That’s what he wanted to do.
I asked “are you Jewish or Christian”. (I had guessed that he is Jewish). “I am Jewish” he said, “does that make a difference?”
I reminded M that Jesus was a Jew and that Jesus had never been a Christian, and then I began to read from Psalm 139.
I had often wondered what the second part of verse 8 meant.
Then it hit me
If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there
My homeless brothers and sisters make their beds in hell every night.
M and I prayed to the G-d of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the Holy One who makes a bed with homeless people in the streets.
M and I hugged, got teary eyed, and then he went back out to make his bed in hell.
All last week (Sept 2nd -8th ‘07) I was thinking about Psalm 139. Part of it was the liturgical reading last Sunday (Sept 9th ‘07).
On Tuesday I was at Resurrection House in Sarasota, the day shelter for homeless people where I volunteer. I was listening to M as he told me the trials and woes of his life. I asked of he’d like to come to the Chapel to pray. That’s what he wanted to do.
I asked “are you Jewish or Christian”. (I had guessed that he is Jewish). “I am Jewish” he said, “does that make a difference?”
I reminded M that Jesus was a Jew and that Jesus had never been a Christian, and then I began to read from Psalm 139.
I had often wondered what the second part of verse 8 meant.
Then it hit me
If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there
My homeless brothers and sisters make their beds in hell every night.
M and I prayed to the G-d of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the Holy One who makes a bed with homeless people in the streets.
M and I hugged, got teary eyed, and then he went back out to make his bed in hell.