Are you ever curious about the scripture texts that become the foundation for the sermons that Pastor Linda preaches? Every Sunday morning, at 9:00 a.m. a few Central folk gather together to study the Bible together, specifically focusing on the text from which Pastor Linda will be preaching that day. Everyone is welcome to join us. We are adding another opportunity to reflect on those texts, each week, online. Three or four different Central members will contribute a short reflection on an upcoming sermon text. You are invited to read the text and their reflections and then add your own voice to the conversation, if you wish. The conversation will assist Pastor Linda in her sermon preparation and may help all of us to hear the Spirit speaking more clearly though the text and the preacher’s sermon. You may comment on the scripture reading or reply to an existing comment.

Seventh Sunday after Pentecost, July 8, 2018: Psalm 88

A Song. A Psalm of the Korahites.

To the leader: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.

1 O Lord, God of my salvation,
  when, at night, I cry out in your presence,
2 let my prayer come before you;
  incline your ear to my cry.

3 For my soul is full of troubles,
  and my life draws near to Sheol.
4 I am counted among those who go down to the Pit;
  I am like those who have no help,
5 like those forsaken among the dead,
  like the slain that lie in the grave,
like those whom you remember no more,
  for they are cut off from your hand.
6 You have put me in the depths of the Pit,
  in the regions dark and deep.
7 Your wrath lies heavy upon me,
  and you overwhelm me with all your waves.  


8 You have caused my companions to shun me;
  you have made me a thing of horror to them.
I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
9   my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call on you, O Lord;
  I spread out my hands to you.
10 Do you work wonders for the dead?
  Do the shades rise up to praise you?


11 Is your steadfast love declared in the grave,
  or your faithfulness in Abaddon?
12 Are your wonders known in the darkness,
  or your saving help in the land of forgetfulness?

13 But I, O Lord, cry out to you;
  in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14 O Lord, why do you cast me off?
  Why do you hide your face from me?
15 Wretched and close to death from my youth up,
  I suffer your terrors; I am desperate.[a]
16 Your wrath has swept over me;
  your dread assaults destroy me.
17 They surround me like a flood all day long;
  from all sides they close in on me.
18 You have caused friend and neighbor to shun me;
  my companions are in darkness.