And so the adventure of pilgrimage begins…
However, Psalm 121 (our next “song of ascents”) immediately points to some of the challenges we face along the way. “I lift up my eyes to the hills - where does my help come from? (verse 1). “Lifting our eyes to the hills” might suggest looking for signs of an attacking force, or, perhaps, the pilgrim was thinking about the dangerous regions he had to pass through in order to reach Jerusalem, especially the mountain hideouts of menacing robbers.
The same is true for Christians in every generation. To the ordinary cares of life in this fallen world there springs the special challenges a believer faces in a society that does not accept or recognise the authority of Christ.
The psalmist, however, finds an immediate response to his question. And what encouragement is to be found in it. My help comes from the Lord the maker of heaven and earth” (verse 1).
What is God’s help?
Tim Keller says, “It is spiritual refreshment (shade, verse 5) through his presence. It is God’s enabling to avoid foot slipping or sin (verse 3; cf Psalm 73:2).”
And so from this beloved Psalm (and one embedded in Scottish church culture) two thoughts strike me on my own pilgrimage.
➡️ I look up from my limited perspective.
There is so much I can’t see and many things that remain uncertain in my walk with God.
But this I also know…
➡️ The Lord looks down from his all encompassing vantage point.
The psalmist tells us five times over in this Psalm that the Lord watches over our lives. "The Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore" (verse 8). As Jesus taught in John 14, he has not secured our eternal home only to lose us in earthy troubles! The eternal work of redemption is part of our present security.
The Lord is…
…transcendent yet imminent…
…high above us yet close beside us…
As the renowned Scottish churchman, Thomas Chalmers said,
"When I walk by the wayside, he (God) is along with me. When I enter into company amid all my forgetfulness of him, he never forgets me. In the silent watches of the night, when my eyelids are closed and my spirit has sunk into unconsciousness, the observant eye of him who never slumbers is upon me. I cannot flee His presence, go where I will. He leads me and watches me and cares for me. And the same Being who is now at work in the remotest dominions of nature and of providence is also at my hand, to give to me every moment of my being, and to uphold the exercise of all my feelings and of all my faculties."
(Picture - path from Strathblane to Dumgoyne)