Keep Your Chin Up


Keep Calm and Read a Psalm 3:1-3:

“Lord, how they have increased who trouble me!
Many are they who rise up against me.
Many are they who say of me,
‘There is no help for him in God.’ Selah
But You, O Lord, are a shield for me,
My glory and the One who lifts up my head.”

His heart sinks as he hears reports of another friend deserting him. Those he thought he could trust the most have betrayed him. He went from a powerful king with armies at his disposal to being disposed of by his own son. Fleeing for his life, he deserts the stronghold he conquered with sweat and blood to flee to the secret places where he used to hide from Saul. Back to where he began as a vagabond soldier. Everything he had worked so hard to get…was gone. Mocked. Abandoned. Hopeless.

He sat in a dingy cave on the backside of his hard-fought kingdom and penned another Psalm. The weathered parchment was about the only friend that had never deserted him. His head fell to his chest as tears fell to the stones.

“What about Me?” A Hand reaches down from eternity and gently touches the chin. With care like a mother for her chicks, the Hand pulls the chin up and looks deep into the tearful eyes. “I’m still with you.”

Many had deserted him. Many now scanned the desert crags with torches and swords, hunting for his very life. And under their breath, they whisper, “This fool has no help from God!”

“Yes, they may say that—they may say I’ve forsaken you and left you for dead. But I am here. In your sorrow and in your tears.”

The pursuing enemy enters the den and with glee finds his prey. He draws his bow, notching a silent killer to the string. He lines up the arrow with the deposed king’s heart and—Zing!

Phfft! A brazen shield deflects the traitor’s strike. “Fear not. I am your shield.”

Lowering his bow, the enemy growls. “You won’t survive long! You’re a criminal—an adulterer and a murderer! No one likes you anymore.”

But opposing the accusation is a powerful voice. “Do not be ashamed. You are forgiven. You may receive no praise of men, but fear not. I am your glory.”

“But, Lord, I just don’t see how to get out of this mess. I’m beyond hope!”

“Hey now.” The Savior bends down. With a finger, He wipes away the stray tear and pulls the chin up. “With Me, there is always hope.”

“Your world may come crashing down. Your friends may desert you. Your head may sag with despair. But fear not. I am the One Who lifts up your head.”

-Matthew W., SC

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