Christopher Ash is a wise man and his commentary on Psalm 119 is opening my eyes to behold wondrous things out of God’s law. He writes:
“We need to come to scripture on our knees, praying, ‘Lord, teach me, teach me, teach me.’”[i]
Ash has introduced me to a weak yet Word-hungry psalmist:
Hide not your commandments from me!
Give me life according to your word!
Psalm 119 is heavy with helplessness but not empty of hope because the author isn’t just pining for direction or delight. He knows where to find both.
Your testimonies are my delight; they are my counselors (Ps. 119:24).
He also pleads, “Open my eyes” because he knows it’s the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all (Jn. 6:63).
God’s word is a gift and ours to unwrap, but without the Holy Spirit, there’s no knife to slice open the package.
Now we have received not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, that we might understand the things freely given us by God (1 Cor. 2:12).
We must beg, “Spirit, teach me, teach me, teach me.”