come down!

check out the first few verses of psalm 144.

Blessed be the Lord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle; he is my steadfast love and my fortress, my stronghold and my deliverer, my shield and he in whom I take refuge, who subdues peoples under me.  

O Lord, what is man that you regard him, or the son of man that you think of him?

those possessive pronouns kill me.
my!
really?
the Lord, my rock?  my fortress?  my shield?

i think they must have killed david too, the way they come so naturally, even when approaching God Almighty.

because after that collection of pronouns, david bows and shakes his head.  what is man, that you regard him?

can the God of all creation really care about ... me?

the God who is mighty in glory?  above all and in all and by whom all things exist?  the God who spoke the universe into being, who knows the stars by name and has hosts of angels at his command?

Him?

can he really want to be my rock?

and of course, the scriptures stand firm and abolish any insecurity on that point.
God persistently pursues us, from eden to calvary to the doors of death itself ...

david calls, his voice a tiny cry in the echoes of endless eternity,
bow your heavens, o Lord, and come down!

and of course ...

he did.

but that's another story :).