{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Transistor","provider_url":"https://transistor.fm","author_name":"Daily Psalms - Classical Psalms Every Day","title":"Psalm Chapter 11","html":"","width":"100%","height":180,"duration":62,"description":"Psalm 11: The Refuge That Does Not Run\nEveryone around David is giving sensible advice: flee, run, the arrows are nocked and the wicked have their bowstrings taut. And who could blame him for listening? When the foundations are destroyed — when the very ground rules of decency and justice have been pulled up like tent pegs — what can the righteous do? It is one of the most haunting questions in all of Scripture, and the psalmist gives it the most counterintuitive answer imaginable: nothing. Or rather, nothing except stay. \"In the Lord put I my trust.\" He does not argue with the danger. He simply refuses to let it set the terms. The Lord is still in his holy temple, still on his throne, and — here is the line that should make every schemer uneasy — \"his eyelids try the children of men.\" Those eyelids: narrowed, attentive, missing nothing. The one who will not flee has seen something the fleers have not. The foundations may crack, but the throne does not move.\n00:00 In the Lord I Put My Trust\n00:15 Flee as a Bird\n00:25 If the Foundations Be Destroyed\n00:35 The Lord in His Holy Temple\n00:50 Fire and Brimstone for the Wicked\n01:00 His Countenance Beholds the Upright","thumbnail_url":"https://img.transistorcdn.com/C2WseAXS5mwLSdrov_M_2jK4yq73Ie3qsXM5YHymD9c/rs:fill:0:0:1/w:400/h:400/q:60/mb:500000/aHR0cHM6Ly9pbWct/dXBsb2FkLXByb2R1/Y3Rpb24udHJhbnNp/c3Rvci5mbS8zYTI4/MzVhZWJjYTI1MDMy/ODg4MTI5NzlhMDg5/NmY2ZS5wbmc.webp","thumbnail_width":300,"thumbnail_height":300}