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Wanting What is Right When You Are Wronged

August 2, 2011

This past Sunday at Westgate Church we looked at Psalm 27 and how God is our shelter in the day of trouble. In particular, we saw how only one thing should consume our attention, affection, and hope: God, who is able to shelter us in his presence and deal with our trouble according to his sovereignty and goodness, which are revealed in the cross of Jesus.

Along those same lines, I want to point you to a book by Paul David Tripp: A Shelter in the Time of Storm: Meditations on God and Trouble. The book is a collection of 52 meditations on Psalm 27. Some of them take the shape of poetry, most of them prose, but all of them pay careful attention both to the voice of God in the psalm and the centrality of the gospel as we appropriate this psalm’s message into our lives.  I highly recommend it. To give you a taste, the good people at Crossway Books have given me permission to share this excerpt from chapter 33:

“Wanting What Is Right When You Are Wronged”

When evildoers assail me . . . one thing . . .  (Psalm 27: 2, 4)

If an army of evil men were out to assail you, if there was a plot against you to end your life, what would you want, what would you do? The response of the psalmist here is significant and challenging. When you are being wronged, when a family member, a neighbor, a member of the body of Christ, or a coworker has wronged you or is in some way out to get you, it is so easy to lose your way. It is so easy to drop the good things that you have been doing, things that protect your heart and nurture your soul. It is so easy to meditate on evil and forget what is good, true, beautiful, and wholesome.

Perhaps for you, losing your way means allowing your mind to be consumed with playing over and over again a mental DVD of what someone said or did. Perhaps it means allowing yourself to give way to the fears of what in the world could happen next. Maybe losing your way means fantasizing about how you could settle the score, you know, the things that you would like to say and do to that person that would make him hurt the way he has hurt you. Maybe losing your way means that you allow your hurt and dismay to take you away from good habits of personal devotion and ministry. Or sadly, perhaps losing your way means beginning to doubt God, his promises, his presence, and his love.

I wish I could say that in the face of mistreatment, I had never lost my way, but I can’t. I was a young pastor. I was doing everything I could to grow and exercise the teaching gift that God had given me. But there was a critical man in our congregation who seemed never to be satisfied. One evening he came to me and said, “Paul, your preaching is killing us!”

Now, these are happy words for a young pastor to hear. I said, “Well, what do you suggest?”

He handed me a set of tapes and said, “I suggest listening to these.”

Naively I said, “And what do you think I should get out of the tapes?”

He said, “Just mimic the preacher on the tapes and that will be better than what we have been getting.”

I don’t think I realized how hurt I was. I know I did think I had lost my way. But the very next Sunday, when I got up to speak and looked at the congregation, everyone’s head was the normal size, except for my critical friend. To me his head looked to be the size of a fully inflated beach ball. I seemed unable to ignore his reactions. It seemed impossible to avoid his critical gaze. I think I hated that man, and I know I was determined to do anything I could to convince him that I was a good preacher. But in so doing, I was no longer preaching to honor God and his calling. I was no longer preaching for the spiritual benefit of the congregation. I was no longer working to prepare content that was true to the text; I was preaching the content that I thought would finally silence my enemy in the fifth pew.

But my preaching got worse. I was fearful and nervous. I stumbled over my words. I was not confident with my content. I was a mess, and I was increasingly discouraged. I didn’t know it, but in my hurt and distress I had run from the Lord rather than to him. I thought winning would heal my heart, but my heart would only be healed, confident, and satisfied when it was filled with the love of the Lord. The acceptance of this man would never be achieved, and if it were, it would not satisfy my heart.

At the end of the morning service one Sunday, I noticed the oldest lady in our congregation hanging around, waiting to talk. I waited until the crowd had cleared and asked her what she wanted. She said, “Paul, I don’t want to talk about me; I want to talk about you. Over the last few weeks I have become concerned about your preaching. You have lost all of your confidence. I have become convinced that someone has gotten to you and that you are preaching to please that person and not the Lord.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing!

Then she said, “Monday, you get up, forget that person, and study God’s Word, and then you preach what God has given you with confidence and joy or we’re all in trouble.” And she turned and walked out of the church.

At that moment, I knew she was right. In the face of mistreatment, I had lost my way. I had not run to the Lord. I had not allowed my heart to be healed by his grace and my confidence to be restored by his presence. I had decided I would beat my “enemy” at his game. I had decided that I would win. And it left me with an empty heart and a mouth that was unable.

I did get up the next morning and confess my sin. And I did enter that next Sunday with excitement at the truths that God had given me to share. And it was not long before my critical friend left the church.

I would ask you one question: “When you are wrong, where do you run?” There is only one place where your heart can be healed, restored, satisfied, and protected. It won’t be healed by winning human wars. It won’t be satisfied in human acceptance. It won’t be restored when you have meted out vengeance. It will only be filled, satisfied, and at rest when it is filled with the beauty of the Lord.”


Taken from A Shelter in the Time of Storm: Meditations on God and Trouble by Paul David Tripp, (c) 2009, pp. 105-107. Used by permission of Crossway, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers, Wheaton, IL 60187,

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