I’m telling dad

“Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the LORD has heard the sound of my weeping.” Psalm 6:8

“I’m telling dad.” Words to strike fear into the soul of son and sibling alike. When mom says it, it means reckoning; when brother or sister says it, it means terror. We offer treats and favors. “ANYTHING! Just don’t tell dad.”

The words terrify because dad has authority. Dad is judge. And when he finds out, he’s not going to like it. Now, every good father deals gently with his wayward children. But the illustration helps us here, because like brother or sister, the workers of evil cannot help but recognize the Authority. They should not like this weeping to God business.

The Israelites told him in Egypt. The people in exile cried to him. The saints lifted their voices, and he answered with power from on high. When the sound of God’s weeping little ones ascends the skies, devils beware. When we cry, we are dangerous for you to be around. He’s going to hear it, and he’s not going to like it.

Our weepings have a way of finding God’s courts. His ears are tuned to detect them at great distance; he welcomes them from afar. Let us never despair, as long as we make our despairings at the feet of our Father. He will drive those who trouble us far away.