Psalm 77

I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me.

In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;

                in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;

                my soul refuses to be comforted.

I think of God, and I moan; I meditate, and my spirit faints.

You keep my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I consider the days of old, and remember the years of long ago.

I commune with my heart in the night; I meditate and search my spirit:

                “Will the Lord spurn forever, and never again be favorable?

                Has his steadfast love ceased forever?

                Are his promises at an end for all time?

                Has God forgotten to be gracious?

                Has he in anger shut up his compassion?”

And I say, “It is my grief

                that the right hand of the Most High has changed.”

I will call to mind the deeds of the LORD;

I will remember your wonders of old.

I will meditate on all your work, and muse on your mighty deeds.

                Your way, O God, is holy. What god is so great as our God?

                You are the God who works wonders;

                                you have displayed your might among the peoples.

                With your strong arm you redeemed your people,

                                the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.

                When the waters saw you, O God,

                                when the waters saw you, they were afraid;

                                                the very deep trembled.

The clouds poured out water; the skies thundered;

                your arrows flashed on every side.

The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind;

                your lightnings lit up the world;

                                the earth trembled and shook.

Your way was through the sea, your path, through the mighty waters; yet your footprints were unseen.

You led your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.


From Rev. David Chafin

Deputy Regional Minister


While I’m always grateful to look back on how God has always seen me through hard times, it’s not so pretty when I’m in the midst of them. Israel was called to frequently repeat the stories of God’s glorious acts of deliverance, and Jewish tradition continues to do so, even today. The Psalmist was enduring some very hard times, but the lament of his suffering calls to mind the wonderful ways in which God has done great things for the faithful.

As Christians often call to mind the joys of God’s deliverance – every Sunday, in fact, at the holy Table – we are reminded, even in the midst of our suffering, that God has always seen us through, journeying with us even through the stormiest seas. When hard times come, and we’re tempted to spend Sunday morning in the quiet of our homes, it would do us well to be reminded that there is no better way for us to call to mind those stories of God’s victory and presence in the midst of our storms, and to receive the hope that is ours in Christ Jesus, than to hear the words offered by the one who would face the darkest night of all: “This is my body given for you.


As you have given yourself for us, Lord Jesus,

open our eyes to a new awareness of your saving presence

in the here and now of our sufferings. Amen.