This passage reminds me of when my kids were babies. My son was a late talker, and he was the ripe old age of 3 when he spoke, or rather yelled, his first sentence. I remember it perfectly.
I had Halle in the high-chair, desperately trying to get her to eat her food instead of smearing it in her hair. Ryan sat across from us, picking at his cereal and making faces at his little sister. She was of course, crying, as she did 100% of the time, and Ryan seemed to be the kryptonite to her saltiness. Everything he did was hilarious to her. He could bring a smile to her face that made me truly envious.
So he’s making faces, she’s giggling, with tears still running down her face, and food is literally everywhere. Halle is caught in the conundrum of whether to laugh at her big brother or scream and throw food at me in defiance. So many choices.
Trying to keep her in a happy place, I started singing one of her favorite songs. Easter Party, from The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse Easter episode, to be exact. FYI, I still know every word. Anyways, I’m singing and she’s feeling happier as all the attention is now focused on her. Then out of nowhere, an angry shout: “Stop singing! This is why you don’t have any friends!”
Now, my sweet, happy boy could have very well seen Shrek too many times. It is my go to excuse when telling this story. But I know the truth. The passion and anger in his voice was intense. The sheer effort it took him to say that whole sentence when his previous vocabulary had consisted of Ma, (still calls me Ma) De, joo (juice), and Hay Hay (before it was a hilariously stupid chicken, it was Ryan’s way of saying Halle) told me this wasn’t just a movie quote. The biggest kicker is that from that moment on, he has never let me sing to him again. Even now, if I sing, he gets so agitated. I must have really bombed that song! Funny, yes, but also heartbreaking for this Ma.
At the time, I was just so excited to hear him speak that nothing else even registered! Lots of hugs and excited congratulations were what he received after his little outburst. And of all the things to pick up quickly, that’s what seemed to stick in his stubborn little brain. As the day went on, he yelled at me more and demanded what he wanted, bravely using more words, but also pushing the boundaries of authority. My 20-year-old self couldn’t have possibly seen the consequences to this. I was just so excited to see my boy thriving!
Well, days went by, then weeks, and months. Ryan had learned that he could get what he wanted by simply using more vocabulary. He believed that he could demand his way and do what he pleased without consequence, with those adorable dimples flashing as he shouted his demands. But, even at 20 years old, I knew enough to realize this kid had gotten the order of things backwards somehow. I was the boss, he was the child, yet his actions were constantly doing the opposite of my rules, and I felt like a slave to a three-year old!
He’s my baby, so I made excuses for a while, and the Mercy side of me held office for a good term. But Justice won the next election and she was not about to deal with this nonsense anymore. Ryan was talking non-stop now and I no longer cared about his growing vocabulary. I cared about getting these kids to lay down for a flippin nap for just one hour so I could experience the joy of silence.
Rules changed, justice prevailed, and Ryan got a good taste of what defying authority would hold for him in the future. What started out as, “Oh look at you, thinking you’re all big and bad, silly boy” turned quickly into, “Who do you think you are talking to me that way, I’m your mother! I brought you into this world and I can take you out!”
As I read Psalm chapter 2, I see many parallels in the obstinance of world leaders, as well as us as individuals, toward the authority of God. Much like I want to see my kids thriving and growing, God enjoys seeing the same from us. It’s why we’re here, to learn and grow. But just like Ryan needed to be submissive to me and dependent on me to thrive, so do we need to submit to Christ’s authority and depend on him to truly thrive in this life.
And just like it made me laugh at first in disbelief to see such defiance in my son, we see God chuckling a bit at the stupidity of the world leaders who oppose God’s law. But the chuckling gives way to warning, and the warning gives way to anger.
I love how The Message puts it, “Heaven-throned God breaks out laughing. At first he’s amused at their presumption; then gets good and angry. Furiously he shuts them up.”
In this passage, God is speaking to world leaders who are plotting and fighting to break free of God’s rule. They want to do things their way. Except they don’t have the authority to do so, and their defiant ignorance begins to seriously anger God.
Our world is in much of the same situation. We can feel the negative energy buzzing. We are waiting for God’s outburst as the world continues to openly defy his Law in ways we never dreamed. But he gives us an out. “Serve the Lord with reverent fear, and rejoice with trembling. Submit to God’s royal son, or he will become angry, and you will be destroyed in the midst of all your activities-for his anger flares up in an instant. But what joy for all who take refuge in him!”
This goes right back to obedience. I may not be a world leader, but turning our nation back to God begins with turning each of our hearts to him as individuals. Serving him, worshiping him, submitting to his Son. That’s the way, the only way.
So again, I choose to stick with my motto of trust and obey. Trust in God as, well God, my ultimate authority figure, and submit to his will by being obedient to his law and worshiping him, and only him.
That’s what I got today guys. My thoughts on Psalm Chapter 2. Feel free to tell me your thoughts! What does God speak to you as you read this passage?
Feeling nostalgic. Our little family then and now. Tears!!!