Psalm 121: The God Who Does Not Sleep
The pilgrim lifts his eyes to the hills, and for a moment you cannot tell whether what he sees there is threat or promise. Bandits waited in those hills. So did God. "From whence cometh my help?" The answer arrives with the force of a door flung open: "My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth." And then the psalm does something remarkable — it repeats a single idea with increasing intensity, the way a parent reassures a frightened child. He will not let your foot slip. He will not slumber. He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. In a world full of gods who had to be woken up, fed, and placated, here is a God who is already awake, already watching, already shading you from the sun that scorches and the moon that maddens. The psalm covers everything — going out and coming in, this time forth and forevermore — with the calm comprehensiveness of someone who has calculated every possible danger and found it already covered. What is left for the traveler to do? Only to keep walking, and to know that the One who made the hills is closer than the hills.
00:00 I Lift My Eyes to the Hills
00:10 My Help Comes from the Lord
00:18 He Will Not Let Your Foot Slip
00:26 The Keeper Who Never Sleeps
00:34 Preserved from All Evil
00:42 Thy Going Out and Coming In