Typically, Wednesday is the worst day of the week. No, not Monday, Wednesday.
The reason why Wednesday wins the award is because it is in the middle of the week. It’s too far from the weekend gone and too far from the weekend coming. It is slap bang in the middle and so is a bit of a wasteland from opportunity. That can suck.
Sometimes life can seem like a perpetual Wednesday with no weekend in sight. In the middle, in the wasteland and right there in it the experience of it can be excruciating.
People love stories with the happy ending and some believers prefer the brighter side of the faith. God, however, is just as much present in the Wednesdays of life and this Psalm sees a great way to honestly deal with the Wednesdays of life. Here’s an appreciation of the way life comes and goes so quickly in the light of God. Yet while that is the case for the Psalmist there is the very keen sense of undergoing some challenging times, which he puts as something orchestrated by God. Even when he wants to keep quiet, he has to say something. And here he is pouring out the excruciating pain of enduring those Wednesdays in life.
Even the last request in the final words of the Psalm are a plea for God to do something – nothing about having done something. It ends with the Psalmist still in the middle it all. No respite seemingly in sight.
There’s a beauty and honesty about that. There’s something reassuring and profoundly gratifying and encouraging to know that this journey is not always about enjoying the happy ending. Sometimes it’s about crying out in the middle of it all. It’s about sober reflections on the reality of life, but knowing who to cry out to as you endure.
For His Name’s Sake
C. L. J. Dryden