POODLE GOD

Psalm 18

‘Safe?’ said Mr. Beaver; ‘don’t you hear what Mrs Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.’

CS Lewis, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe

Today, as we continue our journey through the rugged Psalms, I want us to pull off the path and pause under the cool tree of reflection. The psalmist starts chapter 18 with four amazing words, ‘I love you, Lord’ (NIV). Here, deep and powerful heart affection (love) collides with kingly authority (Lord). There is not a whiff of soppy sentimentalism here. The psalmist isn’t picturing God as a soft and flufffy poodle that needs its tummy tickling. No; the psalmist’s passionate love and affection has found its fulfilment in the one who has all authority and power in heaven and earth; in God himself.

What about you and me? In our thinking have we somehow tamed God? Have we domesticated him? Have we grown to love a toothless and powerless poodle-like God? If so, now, by the side of the road, why don’t you hear again the words of the psalmist: ‘I love you, Lord’. This is the Lord who made the heavens and the earth, who delivered the children of Israel from the oppressive grip of Pharaoh, who thundered over Mount Sinai when meeting with Moses, who dealt a death blow to sin and Satan’s power by breaking into the course of history (Emmanuel), sending Jesus to be our saviour, who is now seated in all authority and power on the throne of an everlasting kingdom, and to whom one day every knee in heaven and on earth will bow.

A poodle-like God? Not a chance!

But a good God? Oh yes!

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