Great is Your Steadfast Love
Psalm 86 — A Psalm of David
1 Incline your ear, O Lord, and answer me,
for I am poor and needy.
2 Preserve my life, for I am godly;
save your servant, who trusts in you—you are my God.
3 Be gracious to me, O Lord,
for to you do I cry all the day.
4 Gladden the soul of your servant,
for to you, O Lord, do I lift up my soul.
5 For you, O Lord, are good and forgiving,
abounding in steadfast love to all who call upon you.
6 Give ear, O Lord, to my prayer;
listen to my plea for grace.
7 In the day of my trouble I call upon you,
for you answer me.
8 There is none like you among the gods, O Lord,
nor are there any works like yours.
9 All the nations you have made shall come
and worship before you, O Lord,
and shall glorify your name.
10 For you are great and do wondrous things;
you alone are God.
11 Teach me your way, O Lord,
that I may walk in your truth;
unite my heart to fear your name.
12 I give thanks to you, O Lord my God, with my whole heart,
and I will glorify your name forever.
13 For great is your steadfast love toward me;
you have delivered my soul from the depths of Sheol.
14 O God, insolent men have risen up against me;
a band of ruthless men seeks my life,
and they do not set you before them.
15 But you, O Lord, are a God merciful and gracious,
slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness.
16 Turn to me and be gracious to me;
give your strength to your servant,
and save the son of your maidservant.
17 Show me a sign of your favor,
that those who hate me may see and be put to shame
because you, Lord, have helped me and comforted me.
In an Instant
He loads the thick cloud with moisture; the clouds scatter his lightning. They turn around and around by his guidance, to accomplish all that he commands them on the face of the habitable world. Whether for correction or for his land or for love, he causes it to happen. Job 37:11-13
It was sudden. Even with sirens, there was no warning for what was about to happen. 200+ mph winds. Shattering glass. Roaring thunder. Pitch blackness. Crying people. Leveled buildings.
And God’s amazing mercy.
This is my comfort in my affliction, that your promise gives me life. Psalm 119:50
February 5, 2008
The first storm came that afternoon.
The forecasts warned of such strong storms that the city’s public schools let out early. I was four days into student teaching. My cooperating teacher and I were on the phone calling the numbers on our students’ information sheets to tell a parent – in Spanish – that school was closing early because of the bad weather. The buses were leaving in 20 minutes. Would someone be at home to let the child in?
As the children left, I held the door open for a group of second graders on their way to the bus. Wind gusts howled around the corners of the building and thunder stormed overhead from this, the first storm. A little girl threw her arms around my waist, looked up with big brown eyes and asked, “Are we gonna be OK?” “Of course you are, baby,” I smiled at her. “But, you are gonna get awfully wet if you don’t go on.” She laughed and move on. The nagging truth of what I didn’t tell her settled in to my stomach. I didn’t know if we were going to be okay, as we’d like to think of it. It wasn’t my promise; it wasn’t her promise.
What was our promise that day? Safety? Preservation of possessions? Is it only with those realities we can say that God is good?
The First Song
Two songs stand out in my mind. The first was the last song I heard before the second storm came with its lasting changes. On my drive back to my dorm room, Mark Shultz’s voice sang out,
You never said it would be easy, but you said you’d see me through the storm…
And even though I’m walkin’ through
The valley of the shadow
I will hold tight to the hand of Him whose love will comfort me
And when all hope is gone
And I’ve been wounded in the battle
He is all the strength that I will ever need
He will carry me…
“I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5) That was my promise. I could plan, and prepare, and pray, knowing that at every second my God would be with me. He would be with me for one of two ends: either to preserve my life or to bring me safely from this life into His presence.
The Second Storm
A little over three hours later, the sirens were going off.
In fact, they’d been going off for fifteen minutes. Eight of us girls sat in the downstairs dorm bathroom (with our homework of choice), reading, talking, laughing. Two other girls sat in the living room just outside the bathroom. We’d been through this before. The siren would run its course and nothing would happen.
Then we heard a train.
The lights flickered.
Our ears started popping.
We yelled for the other two girls to get in the bathroom just as they jumped in. One of the girls slammed the door shut as the power went out and the windows exploded.
I remember when I first discovered how fast thoughts are.
I was a little girl trying to see how many thoughts I could think before four seconds went by on the microwave timer. Even though the tornado only took a matter of seconds, it seemed as if time had stopped. I wish I could say that I wasn’t afraid when I heard the train coming, but I was. It got louder – sounding more like ten trains – then even louder, until it sounded like nothing I’ve heard before or since. It felt as if the sound were vibrating through every organ, bone, and muscle in my body. The wall I was leaning against for protection shook from the tornado’s fury.
Surely I had mere seconds left to live. For a moment, I was filled with awe that the time had come. I was going to see my Maker’s face! I had waited for this for most of my life! Then, I remembered what might happen in those intervening moments.
And I was afraid… afraid die in a building torn apart by a tornado.
Then I felt a voice say, “But then you will never hurt again.” I felt courage from that. That was my promise.
A couple seconds later, the tornado was gone. I was still there, and so was the dorm.
It was so dark in the bathroom that we could not see one another. We called family members to let them know we were okay. We prayed. We cried. We sang to our God because He had saved us.
Then we heard the news being shouted from outside. “Hurt and Watters are gone!”
Five simple words, but I couldn’t understand them. How could two entire residence complexes – fourteen dorm buildings – be gone? On our evacuation route we soon saw with our own eyes. The tornado had gone right through both complexes. The buildings that weren’t leveled were missing walls and roofs. People were trapped in the rubble. Paramedics were loading students into ambulances. Surely dozens of our friends were dead.
Was God still good?
The Second Song
And in the end, the end is
Oceans and oceans
Of love and love again
We’ll see how the tears that have fallen
Were caught in the palms
Of the Giver of love and the Lover of all
And we’ll look back on these tears as old tales.
‘Cause after the last plan fails
After the last siren wails…
There is love.
Andrew Peterson, After the last tear falls.
The second song softly played over the speakers of the van as we drove back to the university the next morning.
The EF-4 tornado had gone through the rest of the town, and the morning light revealed the damage left behind. Whole houses were gone. Roofs had been lifted off and set down in a neighboring yard. Debris lay everywhere. Cars were flipped upside down and dragged across parking lots.
At Union that day, search and rescue crews went through the rubble of the damaged dorm buildings. Around mid-morning we got the news that everyone had been accounted for… and no one at Union had died. Did this mean God was good? Was that the proof of God’s love for us?
My Final Hope
God is love and his love never fails.
And in every circumstance, God is good. One way He shows His goodness is in fulfilling His promises. That night, I knew I was held by God. I knew He was with me and I felt His presence as real as I felt the effects of the tornado. That night, He also showed that goodness by extending mercy to save from physical danger. He saved me, my family, my friends, and hundreds of other people from death that February 5th.
As amazing as all that is, it is not my final hope — not then, not now — even as I prayed for deliverance from the tornado. You see, if this life were all that there is, then saving my life would have been the ultimate mercy, the ultimate good I could hope for. If, however, there is life after death, then the ultimate mercy would be to save me for that life, to save me for eternity.
The truth is, without Christ, I am an enemy of God and destined for destruction. Without Christ, I am condemned, not because of my actions alone, but because of my sinful heart. And I could never save myself from His just judgement of me any more than I could save myself from the tornado.
God extended the ultimate mercy to me by sending His Son, Jesus Christ to pay the price for my sins so that I could be forgiven. Because God so loved, because of Christ’s death and resurrection, I am now one of those “whoever believes in him”. I am saved from judgment to belong to God forever.
One day, I really will have only two seconds left to live, and then I will see my God. And I will not be afraid, but stand before God as a beloved child. That is my promise and I will rest in it because the steadfast love of God never fails.
His grace has brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home.
For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer nature is wasting away, our inner nature is being renewed day by day. For this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. 2 Corinthians 4:16-18