A reflection on Psalm 56:
Trample. Trample. Trample.
The word sticks to me like gum on the sole of my shoe. Hidden from view, but lodged in the crevices. Resisting each step forward.
“Be gracious to me, O God, for people trample on me.”
I see myself in Psalm 56—but this time, I realize I am the trampler. The oppressor. The one who lurks, waiting to exploit another’s fumble.
“In God I trust; I am not afraid. What can a mere mortal do to me?”
God, help me. I don’t want to trample . Forgive me. And teach me to tread lightly.
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Words: Bethany Stolle
Image: Jannalee Nieuwenhuis
Music: Podington Bear