“THEN THE LORD…”
When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.
From childhood we like protection and security, someone to turn to. But loved ones fail us in one way or another. Death takes them, distance divides us, other circumstances render them unable to come to our aid. Some know the bitterness of being cast out or deserted by their own people. Precious as is the love and companionship and assistance of our dear ones, we had better not make that our main stay. We can be bereft of them in a moment and forsaken in tragic ways. Sometimes they remain, but because of infirmity cannot help us any more.
But when the choicest companions cannot walk with us, God says, “I will never leave thee nor forsake thee.” It was a desolate man, forsaken of one he thought loved him, who penned out of his desperation, “O Love that wilt not let me go.” It is well to reckon on the possibility of utter bereavement, of being forsaken by those we hold dearest; but along with it we may count on the promise of never being forsaken by Him who is dearest of all. At the point of darkest human loneliness – then the Lord.