A King In Zion

(Note: St. Augustine is famous for writing a book called “The Confessions,” which was written completely as a prayer to God. In the same spirit, I plan to write these posts as a prayer to God.)

“He who sits in the heavens laughs; the Lord holds them in derision. Then he will speak to them in his wrath, and terrify them in his fury, saying, “As for me, I have set my King on Zion, my holy hill.”” (Psalm 2:4–6, ESV)

He who sits in the heavens laughs; the Lord holds them in derision.

Heavenly Father, what a powerful reminder this is of who you are and who we are. We like to think we are powerful and strong. We like to think we can make plans and strategies that will overcome your plans. Yet, you look upon our supposed “power” and “plans” and laugh. You joyfully mock pridefulness. 

Father, I ask that you would remind me I am dust—I am a mist that comes in a moment and gone the next. Remind me, I am frail and weak, and that you spoke creation into existence with the breath of your mouth. Remind me, I am not as wise as I think I am and that you know all things. Remind me, I can make my own plans, but it’s your will that will be done—your good and perfect will. Remind me, I should not rely on myself or my own abilities, but look to you and trust you with my life. 

Then he will speak to them in his wrath, and terrify them in his fury…

Father, we often become comfortable with you. We often ignore that you hate sin—that you pour out your wrath and fury on sin. We often ignore that you promise to humble the proud. Remind me of this important truth: “The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge; fools despise wisdom and instruction.” (Proverbs 1:7, ESV). 

So, Father, I ask you to open my eyes to hate sin as much as you hate sin. Help me understand the goodness of your wrath and fury against sin. Help me fear you in the proper way—the way that brings me to greater wisdom. 

And, Father, as scary as this is to ask, I ask you to humble me. I don’t know what it will take for me to be humbled, but I truly want to be humble in your presence. I understand that it is good to be humble in your presence. So, humble me, Father. I trust you. 

“As for me, I have set my King on Zion, my holy hill.”

Father, it is a great comfort to know that you are already at work, carrying out your plan. As kings and rulers scheme against you, you have already placed your King on Zion. You have already accomplished the thing they were trying to prevent.

Father, especially during this Easter season, I thank you for raising Jesus Christ from the dead. I thank you for exalting him so that every knee will bow, and every tongue confess, that He is King of Kings and Lord of Lords. I thank you we can have the comfort of have a perfect, risen Savior who is ruling and reigning the earth as King. What a comfort to know that he is watching over all things—the one who conquered sin and death and Satan. 

Father, remind me of these things. Drill them deeply into my soul. Help me live each day with the confidence that Christ is ruling and reigning—that he is in control. As I watch the world spinning around me—seemingly out of control at times—remind me that you have set Jesus as King in Zion and that he is in control. Father, help me rest in that truth every day as I trust You.