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Psalm 121

A Song of Ascents.

1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
    from where will my help come?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
    who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot be moved;
    he who keeps you will not slumber.
4 He who keeps Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is your keeper;
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
    nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all evil;
    he will keep your life.
8 The Lord will keep
    your going out and your coming in
    from this time on and forevermore.

Selah: Ancient Songs Our Souls Still Sing

The Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu famously said "The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step."

Another philosopher said, "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a flat tire."

Yet another wise one said, "The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step...and so does falling down the stairs."

In my family, the journey of a thousand miles usually begins two hours late, wondering what we forgot this time, and how long it will be to the nearest rest-room.

Psalm 121, like so many psalms, is about a journey. But to really understand this journey, you have to read the psalm right before it, and the one right after it. They form a bit of a trilogy (intentional? unintentional? who knows?).

The first of the three, Psalm 120, takes place in a foreign land: "Woe is me," says the psalmist, "that I am an alien in Meshech, that I must live among the tents of Kedar. Too long have I had my dwelling among those who hate peace."

Fast forward to the last of the three, Psalm 122, which is a psalm of praise for the holy city of Jerusalem, the home of the temple. Here the Psalmist says, "I was glad when they said to me, Let us go to the house of the Lord! Our feet are standing within your gates, O Jerusalem. Clearly he has arrived at his destination, and is no longer in a foreign land.

So then Psalm 121 is what comes in between these two. It represents the journey out of the foreign land, and to the holy city.

But this isn't just any journey, it's an uphill, upward journey. The city of Jerusalem sits at the top of a mountain ridge among the Judean hill country. The ancient Jewish religion required all Jews anywhere in the world to make a pilgrimage to Jerusalem three times a year, for three feasts. So as they approached the holy city, they would begin the long climb upward.

At the very beginning of Psalm 121 are the words "A Song of Ascents." There are fifteen songs labeled that way in the book of Psalms, and many scholars believe they were intended to be sung or recited as one ascended up to the city. The word "ascents" in Hebrew is לַֽמַּ֫עֲל֥וֹת (Lamalot), which literally means steps or stairs. So long before it was popular here in America, the Jews invented Step Aerobics.

And if you listen closely to Psalm 121, you'll hear a stair-step kind of rhythm, where a word or phrase is laid out in one verse, then picked up and raised in the next. This is characteristic of all the Psalms of Ascent.

Another feature they have in common is the emphasis of a key word. Can anyone guess what the key word is in Psalm 121? It's repeated six times throughout the Psalm in one form or another. The Hebrew root word is שָׁמַר (shamar) which means to keep, to guard, to watch over, or to preserve.

So Psalm 121 is a hopeful prayer and reassurance that as a faithful pilgrim makes the difficult journey from a foreign land up to the holy city, God plays his part as a faithful guardian, watching and protecting all the way.

The journey in Psalm 121 is a physical one, but it's more than that. It's a spiritual journey, too. My help comes from the hills of Jerusalem, but also from the Lord who made those hills, who made heaven and earth. As my body ascends, moving higher and closer to the city, so my soul ascends, moving higher and closer to the Lord.

Eight years ago, I made a journey like that. Amy and I sold our house in Frisco, Tx (the one we bought right after we had gotten married). We left behind most of the friends we had known for the past decade, and our jobs as public school teachers. Grady was four years old, Abby was six months old, and Jonah didn't exist yet. We packed the kids in the car, and traveled 1,500 miles across the country to Princeton, New Jersey so I could go to seminary. Amy had never lived anywhere outside of Texas, and it was a little traumatic for her. Neither of us knew anyone in New Jersey, and at the time, I wasn't even sure I wanted to be a pastor, but we felt that was where God was calling us to be.