Father, as I read this section of Psalm 106, I fear that I personally, and my country, have together made the same mistakes Your people made in the desert. They were not satisfied with the life You gave them; even the miracles You performed! You delivered them from the hand of the enemy who had relegated them to slavery for generations, and then was set on destroying them.
In the wilderness at Meribah where You brought water from a rock for them to drink, they rebelled against Moses and Your provision. They forgot that You had done something so mighty as parting the Red Sea for them, and delivering them from the hand of Pharaoh and his army.
Instead, they focused on their fleshly desires, doubting You could quench their thirst.
I too, sometimes focus on my own desires rather than the great blessings You have already worked in my life. And I too respond with whining instead of faith.
When they came into the Promised Land, they “mingled with the nations and adopted their customs.” I fear I have done the same by participating in the social customs of my times. I and my country, have mingled godly beliefs with the socially acceptable values of the times.
What You call sin is no longer looked upon as sin. People today seem to have no concept of what is right and wrong, and so no self-governing set of morals that direct or protect them.
Many things in my culture take the place of passion for You. Sports teams, fame, money, power, shopping, alcohol and drugs, status, cars, beauty, youth: so many things have become idols in the lives of so many, even believers.
“They sacrificed their sons and daughters to false gods. They shed innocent blood…” Father, I grieve over the number of babies who have been sacrificed on the altar of “choice” and “convenience.” This land is desecrated by their blood. And it defiles the people involved because of the act of taking a life.
But it also exacts a price they often pay in long-term emotional and psychological damage, not to mention the spiritual battle that they have lost in giving over ground to the enemy.
Yet, You “took note of their distress when You heard their cry…and out of Your great love You relented.”
Father, I am in distress and I cry out to You: for my personal sin and for the sin of my country. Forgive, Lord.
I acknowledge and agree with You that I and my country have acted in rebellion in going our own way without following the path You set before us. And that my country and I have participated in social customs and values that have become a snare to us, even to the point of idolatry.
Lord I turn away from anything that seeks to take Your place in my life. Forgive us for focusing on the flesh over the spiritual.
“Save us Lord our God…that we may give thanks to Your Holy name and glory in Your praise. Praise be to the Lord, the God of Israel, from everlasting to everlasting. Let all the people say, ‘Amen!’”