"What ailed thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest? thou Jordan, that thou wast driven back? Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams; and ye little hills, like lambs?" ~ Psalm 114:5-6
"What ailed thee, O thou sea ...?" Here I [Eugenia Price, the author] see the humor of God. Here I begin to understand why every real saint of God has a kind of humor that is not even understandable to those outside of Christ. Here is humor based on God Himself. More deeply rooted than the mountains which have just skipped out of the way like rams! Humor based on a certainty that is deeper than the very sea itself! Holy laughter that laughs at Jordans to cross and hills to tunnel through!
Humor that springs from the absolute certainty of God's love. Humor that does not wash away in hears shed at a fresh grave or from sheer annoyance over a trifle. Humor that is eternal because God is eternal. "What ails thee ...?" asks the Holy Spirit through the psalmist of any and all our seemingly uncrossable obstacles after we have remembered Who it is Who lives within us. What ails thee, O wounded pride .... what ails thee, O sleepless nights? ... what ails thee, O ruined career? ... what ails the, O bitter heart?
Fled away, driven back, skipped off! Gone. God lives within us. Draw on Him. And watch the enemies vanish like April snowflakes. Just go on "out of Egypt." God is in you as you go.
"... for ye are the temple of the living God; as God hath said, I will dwell in them, and walk in them; and I will be their God, and they shall be my people."
* It is recommended to re-read Psalm 114.