Psalm 9:10. “And they that know Thy name will put their trust in Thee: for Thou, LORD, hast not forsaken them that seek Thee.” NOT FORSAKEN. Lying on a step, wrapped with the barest of protection against the cold of the dark night. Unwilling or unable to fulfill the most fundamental of human emotion. The sounds of crying in the night gradually weaken for lack of nourishment. Hopefully, help will come in time; someone who cares will stop and pick up the child. He is helpless in himself to survive the passing of time and the needs of living. Forsaken by one who could not be trusted – whose love was limited.
Old eyes watch the door to see if a familiar face appears with a sincere smile of love. Ears that don’t hear too well strain to catch the sound of focused feet coming near. Hands that touched and nurtured and worked to provide the best they could for loved ones, Combine with memory to bring back good days and times, reach out and find emptiness. The bed is the extent of her world, and the sounds of life are the groans from the next bed. Forsaken by those she nurtured when they were younger – whose love is occasional.
Words of rejection come from those who should be leading the people in praise. Crying sounds from those nearby who are unable to help – and from other sufferers. Darkness that invades the domain of the sun until fear strikes the stoutest hearts. Justice, on behalf of others, pours its demands on Him as it claims a victim for sin and death. No words are heard from Lover and Friend, no comfort comes to alleviate the pain in body and soul. “Why hast Thou forsaken Me?” The sinless Substitute calls loudly – but no answer comes.
The voice is heard proclaiming the name of Him who makes darkness flee and light shine. The words explain the name of Him who died forsaken, but brought life through His death. The name of Jesus is so sweet, and the Savior is no longer avoided or ignored by me. His name is as ointment poured forth; there is power - authority in His name that gives me life. The One who is High and Lofty and whose name is Holy, is the One I wholly trust. And I am not forsaken in the dark or alone in life, but accepted in the Beloved.
“Father of the fatherless, and Lover of the lonely: I trust in Thee. The portion that is mine because of Thy merciful kindness, never depletes but seems to increase with every passing day. I am rejoicing in the place of acceptance rather than sorrowing with the forsaken. How awful it is for those who could have been saved to be forsaken and unknown by the terrible choice of self-interest. Help those of us who are not forsaken to seek out those who want acceptance. In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.”