He Looks Down

I read something this morning that was written specifically for me. Penned centuries and centuries before, the author, as well as the Divine Author, had me in mind. And so, as I chew on it this morning, I’m savoring the implication of a God who looks down.

Let this be recorded for a generation to come, so that a people yet to be created may praise the LORD: that He looked down from His holy height; from heaven the LORD looked at the earth.

(Psalm 102:18-19 ESV)

It was recorded for a generation to come, a people yet to be created. Referring, no doubt, to subsequent generations of those whose lineage is found in the tribes of Israel. But I can’t help but think that “a people yet to be created” foreshadows a new tribe. Not a bloodline people, but a blood-bought people. Not based on their birth certificate but on their rebirth certificate.

Redeemed through the finished work of the cross, they are “a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for His own possession” (1Pet. 2:9). They are new creations in Christ, sins forgiven, hearts of stone replaced with hearts of flesh, robed in the righteousness of the Son, sealed by the Spirit, the life they now live they live by faith in the Son of God who loved them and gave Himself for them (Gal. 2:20).

And they are my people. Not because of who we are, but because of what Jesus has done. Not because of what we’ve done, but because of who He is. And to this generation, to this people yet to be created, the ancient writer wants it known, He looks down.

From the holy heights of heaven our God graciously peers over the balcony. His ear attentive to the prayers of His people. His attention captured by their cries. His compassion ignited by their groanings. He looks down.

And ours is to look up. To believe what the inspired author says is true is, in fact, true. To pray even when our prayers seem to go no higher than the ceiling, because we know the LORD knows. He has eyes on what is happening down here from up there. And He will act as He sovereignly determines . . . according to His promise, fulfilling His purpose, so that His name will be praised.

Comfort and awe. Those are the “flavors” I’m tasting as I chew on the truth of a God who looks down.

Comfort, because the Almighty knows our estate. Familiar with our weakness. Aware of our struggle. Supplying living water without end “that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need” (Heb. 4:16).

Awe, because He cares. He who is in need of nothing, cares enough to look down upon our need. So loves His people that He listens to our voice. So anticipates the day when we will be in His presence that He patiently works with us, through all our circumstance–both mountaintops and valleys–to form in us the image of His Son through the sanctifying work of His Spirit.

He looks down . . .

. . . that a people yet to be created may praise the LORD . . .

For His grace. For His glory.

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