Sometimes you wonder if it’s worth it. You read about people caught red-handed and let go Scot-free. Where’s the justice in this world? It gets personal when you’re victimized and nothing gets done. Why do the guilty skate and I in my integrity get the short end?
That’s the design of a fallen world. The enemy can take us down six ways to Sunday (v. 9) and we’re left reeling in a corner. It makes you want to throw in the towel and cash in yourself the best you can, while you can, like “men of the world, whose portion is in this life.” (v. 14)
But the godly must seek out a higher purpose in life, forgoing it’s fleeting and fading pleasures. It’s also a lifelong commitment to fending off a relentless infatigable foe.
Once you choose the high road you can only beg to be kept the apple of the Lord’s eye, staying within the shadow of his protective wings (v. 8), taking refuge within the radius of his wielded sword (v. 13). Only there are you safe. Only there you can visualize how good it’ll be.