“Do not drag me away with the wicked, with those who do evil….” –Psalm 28:3
One day on our walk Lexi and I saw a man driving a golf cart to which he had chained a full-sized couch. He was dragging the couch across a parking lot to an industrial-sized dumpster. I imagine the legs of the couch were in pretty bad shape after being dragged across pavement, but the couch was clearly destined for the landfill, anyway. Lexi and I sometimes engage in a kind of tug-of-war in which she tries to drag me toward an enticing smell and I try to drag her back onto the sidewalk. But that little golf cart was doing some serious dragging. Sometimes we engage in a kind of tug-of-war with God in which we try to pull away to do our own thing and God’s love draws us back onto the right path. But what would happen to us if God ever decided to drag the wicked out to the dumpster? The psalmist relies on God’s mercy (v. 6). We can, too. God will not unceremoniously drag us away; instead, he will lift us up (James 4:10).
Dear God, Do not drag me away with the wicked but keep drawing me back onto the right path. Amen