Welcome to Wisdom-Trek with Gramps! I am Guthrie Chamberlain, and we are on Day 2675 of our Trek. The Purpose of Wisdom-Trek is to create a legacy of wisdom, to seek out discernment and insights, and to boldly grow where few have chosen to grow before.
Today’s Wisdom Nugget is titled Wrestling with Doubt, Anchored in Ancient Wonders - A Trek Through Psalm 77:1-12
Today, we begin a deeply personal and emotionally charged trek through Psalm 77 in the New Living Translation, encompassing its foundational verses, 1 through 12.
Psalm 77, like many we’ve explored recently, is attributed to Asaph. But after the triumphant declarations of God’s ultimate judgment in Psalm 75, and the awe-inspiring celebration of God’s protective power in Psalm 76—where Jerusalem was defended and enemies shattered—Psalm 77 takes a sharp turn. It brings us back to the raw, intimate struggle of an individual soul wrestling with profound spiritual distress. This is not a national lament over a devastated Temple, but a personal cry from the depths of a troubled spirit, plagued by sleeplessness and agonizing questions about God's faithfulness.
This psalm vividly captures the experience of spiritual darkness, where past blessings seem distant, and doubt whispers insidious questions about God's unchanging nature. Yet, it also provides a powerful pathway out of that darkness: by intentionally remembering and meditating on God's mighty acts and wonders from ancient times. It is a profound lesson in how to fight for our faith when our feelings betray us.
So, let’s immerse ourselves in this raw, honest, and ultimately redemptive journey of faith.
(Reads Psalm 77:1-6 NLT)
I cry out to God; yes, I shout. Oh, that God would listen to me! When I was in trouble, I sought the Lord. All night long I prayed with hands uplifted, but my soul refused to be comforted. I recall the days of my prosperity— but then I groan. I think of God, and I am troubled; I grow faint as I think about it. Interlude You have held my eyelids open; I am too distressed to speak. I keep thinking of the good old days, the long years of the past. I ponder my sad songs in the night. My heart questions in the darkness:
Guthrie Chamberlain: The psalmist opens with an immediate and intense expression of distress, leaving no doubt about the depth of his anguish: "I cry out to God; yes, I shout. Oh, that God would listen to me!" This isn't a polite prayer; it's a desperate, almost violent, cry. He is "shouting" to God, indicating extreme urgency and pain. The plea "Oh, that God would listen to me!" (literally, "My voice to God and He will give ear to me") highlights his desperate longing for divine attention, implying that he feels unheard or ignored.
His distress drives him to seek the Lord, even through sleepless...
