Psalm 19 & Holy Wednesday: Power of Self-Reflection

We are remarkably skilled at capturing the better version of ourselves with our cameras. Sometimes even a fake version with the use of filters.

We know intuitively what to move out of the shot. What to soften. What to never post at all. And after a while, we might start to believe this created self, tucking things into the corners just outside the frame until it becomes out of sight, out of mind.

David knew this about himself. And he wasn’t afraid to say so.

“Who can discern his errors? Declare me innocent from hidden faults. Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me.” — Psalm 19:12–13v

David looked inward and admitted that he couldn’t fully see himself, and he brought the sins he couldn’t see to The One who could.

This is Holy Wednesday. Easy to skip over on the way to Thursday’s upper room and garden or Friday’s Calvary Hill. But something happened on that Wednesday that we can’t look over.

Judas went to the chief priests and asked, “What will you give me if I deliver him over to you?” (Matthew 26:15). He had walked with Jesus for three years. Heard his teaching. Witnessed his miracles. Broken bread at the same table.

And yet greed had been secretly, quietly growing in his heart with thirty pieces of silver carefully kept outside the frame.

We backlash at Judas, but Psalm 19 doesn’t let us stay comfortable in our own sense of righteousness.

Who can discern his errors? Our hidden sins aren’t always as dramatic as betrayal. Sometimes it’s the slow wearing away of integrity in the small, unintended choices that we angle the camera away from.

But here is where Holy Wednesday shows us the true character of our Savior:

Jesus knew about Judas’ betrayal, and still He washed his feet and broke bread with him. Still with so much love that none of the disciples knew that Judas was the betrayer.

This is the God who sees flaws we filter out. He sees us as we truly are, and still He comes to us with love.

He’s not surprised by our imperfections. Our imperfections are the very point of Him being our Savior in the first place. So go to Him as you are, dear reader.

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About Me

My name is Nikki. I’m a suburban transplant who now lives a quiet life where morning light spills over pastures and the scent of cow manure fills the air. Between taking care of the home, tending to animals, and nurturing my garden, I’m learning over and over again to lift my eyes up and let God’s grace take over.

Here, I write about the beauty and ache of the everyday moments and ordinary days, about faith that takes root, and about a Savior who meets us in both the noise and the stillness. My prayers is that each story or reflection will point to Jesus so that you, dear reader, will find Him in the middle of your own everyday and ordinary moments.

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