Wednesday of Easter VII – Psalm 1

1 Blessed is the man
    who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
    nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
    and on his law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree
    planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
    and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
The wicked are not so,
    but are like chaff that the wind drives away.

Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
    nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous;
for the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
    but the way of the wicked will perish.

When you are a pastor, sometimes people will just show up in your office. L. was one of those. She never came to church. She had grown up in a Lutheran home back in the Midwest but had long since left that. I would put her at about 35 or so. The little town of her birth and its close-knit congregation of people had been stifling to her. She had run as far away as she could. She had been in multiple relationships with other women and men, mostly women. But after nearly two decades of rejecting the faith of her parents, her life had become very empty. That emptiness showed up in her eyes. I think somewhere, deep down in her heart, she was hearing the final words of this psalm and she did not want to perish with her way.

I tried to get her to see the gospel in that verse. The Lord knows the way of the righteous. Jesus had given her that righteousness in the baptism of her infancy. The Lord had never forgotten her. Her wicked way would perish but she did not need to perish with it. God had never forgotten her and loved her still.

Like mold on bread, however, sin penetrates throughout the person, insinuating its poison throughout the person. She struggled to see, to believe, that it could be so. She also struggled to let go of the life she had chosen which had once offered her what she thought she wanted. It had failed to deliver happiness for her, but its call was still strong. I do not know exactly what she expected from our visits together. I could not tell her that her life was good. The way of the wicked does perish. I pray the Spirit found a way to call to that little girl whom a pastor held in his arms one day and baptized. God loves her still and calls her from her ways to life.

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