consider the lowly

Though I am lowly and despised,
I do not forget your precepts.
Your righteousness is everlasting
and your law is true.
Trouble and distress have come upon me,
but your commands give me delight.
Your statutes are always righteous;
give me understanding that I may live.

Psalm 119:141-144


(the lowly sea cucumber, aka the lollyfish / Rosemary Beach / Julie Cook / 2019)

In the pecking order of the sea, I would imagine that a sea cucumber would be pretty much the lowest
of the low.
More slug than fish.
More bottom dweller than swimmer.
Living life on the ocean floor filtering out all the residue from one’s fellow creatures…

Wash up on the beach and you might be mistaken as the excrement from something else.

Not a glamours creature by any means.

We would never consider ourselves to be anything like a sea cucumber.
Lowly and ugly.
A bottom dweller.

But the introduction of sin has made man much lower than that of even a poor sea cucumber.

Pride may cloud the eye of man but sin clouds the sight of man from the eye of God …

“…the hyphenated sins of the human spirit.
They are not something we do, they are something we are, and therein lies both their
subtlety and their power. To be specific, the self-sins are these: self-righteousness, self-pity,
self-confidence, self-sufficiency, self-admiration, self-love and a host of others like them.
They dwell too deep within us and are too much a part of our natures to come to our attention
till the light of God is focused upon them. The grosser manifestations of these sins, egotism,
exhibitionism, self-promotion, are strangely tolerated in Christian leaders even in circles of
impeccable orthodoxy. They are so much in evidence as actually, for many people,
to become identified with the gospel.
I trust it is not a cynical observation to say that they appear these days to be a requisite for
popularity in some sections of the Church visible.
Promoting self under the guise of promoting Christ is currently so common
as to excite little notice.”

A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God

Sinfulness masking itself as self-promotion… or even worse…
masking itself as the seemingly self-righteous promoting of Christ when in actuality it is
an act that is merely self-serving…
an act that consists of self-promotion at the expense of Christ himself.
Merely using Christ as a tool for our own sense of selfishness, ego, and pride.

A sinful nature that makes us lowly…

And yet, it is in that lowliness where our hope is to be found and where it rests. …
hope in the lowliness of an open and admited humility…

Only in God is my soul at rest
In Him comes my salvation
He only is my Rock
My strength and my salvation

My stronghold my Savior
I shall not be afraid at all
My stronghold my Savior
I shall not be moved

Only in God is found safety
When the enemy pursues me
Only in God is found glory
When I am found meek and found lowly

My stronghold my Savior
I shall not be afraid at all
My stronghold my Savior
I shall not be moved

Only in God is my soul at rest
In Him comes my salvation

Lyrics by John Michael Talbot based upon Psalm 62

20 comments on “consider the lowly

  1. I see we share similar musical tastes…

  2. SharaC says:

    Hyphenated sins… wow, I love that.
    John Michael Talbot! Now there’s a blast from the past! Remember how few Christian artists there used to be for us to listen to? I toggled between him, Amy Grant and Michael W. Smith.

    • throw in Steven Curtis Champman, Twilla Paris and a little Sandy Patti and that made up my mix—I was heavy with JMT while in college 🙂

      • SharaC says:

        Lol I was gonna throw them in too… there are worse things you could have been heavy into in college haha 🤣

      • I did like “beach” music— a little drifters, the platters—- smoke gets in your eyeeeessss ooooo 😂

      • Hey Shara—here are those links—one with the base a book I read, You Carried Me , A daughter’s memoir by Melissa Ohden:
        https://cookiecrumbstoliveby.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/adoption/

        Then this one is about the abortions for those mother’s to be diagnosed with carrying a Downs baby:
        https://cookiecrumbstoliveby.wordpress.com/2016/11/26/dear-future-mom/

        This one is more my story:https://cookiecrumbstoliveby.wordpress.com/2013/03/13/who-in-the-heck-is-sylvia-kay-and-what-have-you-done-with-her/

        then this one was more about my learning to forgive my brother–we were both adopted and not biologically related and how his dysfunction from his own adoption basically destroyed my family…
        https://cookiecrumbstoliveby.wordpress.com/2013/03/11/forgiveness-one-step-at-a-time/

        And that, my friend, will be enough of me for you to absorb for a lifetime 🙂 HA

      • SharaC says:

        Girl! Thank you for all these! I’m diving in! I have t written yet about it on my own blog, but I recently met my bio mom. She’s quite amazing… a Christian woman who prayed I would know Jesus. And after everyone in her life shamed her and told her she’d never meet me… here we are thanks to a little ancestry dna magic. We are never done with our journey no matter how old we get. ❤️❤️Thanks for all these links, I’ll pour a coffee and get reading.

      • I’ve thought about looking and said I’d never do so while dad was living— but now I can. From what little things I’ve found— she’s never tried making contact. I thought about ancestry or 23 and me—- I’m not sure what would be better

      • SharaC says:

        I thought that too, but there she was. The stuff involved in their heads in learning is almost more complicated than what swirls around in the child’s head for years. She has a memory of you. You have nothing of her really. I’d suggest ancestry, it’s bigger. Be aware, you’ll at least find dozens of blood relatives, most will mean nothing because they’ll be third or fourth cousins, but the mapping and geography part is worth it even if nothing comes of it in my opinion. It’s something g I couldn’t have handled years ago, but being older now it’s a piece of the puzzle that I get to see put in place. God ain’t done yet!

      • I’ll order the test today.
        For about $600 I can pay the state of Georgia for identifying info— the first info I paid for was the non identifying- that’s how I learned my birth name, the fact that I wasn’t born in the same hospital as my birth certificate states and a bit of the back story— enough to whet my whistle but I’ve also been a bit fearful to proceed and by now she has probably passed away.
        But for the sake of my son and now grandkids I want them to know some medical info and history of my real roots and not my adopted roots

      • SharaC says:

        I love this. It’s scary… but the journey has really taught me more than I ever thought it would and yes, for the sake of my boys I wanted to at least know. It’s like an unfolding of sorts… the life you know is still here and intact, but you get to see more. Just knowing some basic things is really amazing, people who aren’t adopted have a hard time with this I think… which is why I dove into books and a counselor. Being content in who God made us to be is the big thing, without that I think I would have gone in a bad unhealthy direction. But I have my life, I’m proud of who I am and I can talk with her now without any malice or hurt. We are meeting Friday for lunch lol. Life is weird.

      • Ok, I just ordered both tests—Ancestry and 23 and me—between the two, maybe I’ll learn something worth sharing with my son and grandchildren….

  3. hatrack4 says:

    You just brought back one of my worst culinary memories. My next to last trip to China was to the Yantai area, about as close to South Korea as to Beijing, on the coast, delicious apples in that area. Anyway, as the training manager, the customer invited me to a formal dinner. Two things are required. You have to drink to all toasts – their intent to get you drunk. And you had to taste all of the delicacies. Luckily, my assistant was a master at holding his liquor, so he responded to the toasts. That left me to take a bite of everything, one being sea cucumber. Maybe it was old. Maybe it had spoiled, but it was the worst tasting, slimy, fishy taste. It was in a soup, but the clear broth did not taste good either. The big Chinese boss smiled and nodded, so I knew I had eaten enough. Most other things, I ate the full portion. Sea cucumber – one bite and done. The rest of the menu was a blur, but think of anything in the sea that you would not want to eat…

  4. SLIMJIM says:

    So much of my Christian walk seems to be learning about the station of being lowly and being content with that if it means uplifting God’s glory…

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