High Places

Psalm 18:

33 He maketh my feet like hinds’ feet, and setteth me upon my high places.

I feel the adrenaline every time I read this verse. It is found in a battle psalm. David is rehearsing the many ways in which God equips him to deal with his enemies. It is interesting to me that this poem is found twice in the scriptures, once here and again in 2 Samuel 22. It is a “verily, verily” message.

Picture the goat of the mountains with all the agility, breeding and confidence to scale the impossible slopes and to gaze upon unprecedented sights. “My high places”. Perhaps they were times of victory when David was exalted above the heads of all his adversaries, or above all difficulty. Perhaps they were times of remarkable revelation when the mists were eliminated, great truths were shared and it seemed as if he could see for miles from his elevated position. Perhaps they were times of keen realization of the Lord’s good pleasure and favour toward him and the ensuing eruption of praise. At the end of the Psalm he reiterates the covenant given to him that it was God’s good intention to see his heir upon the throne forever (Jesus).

Whatever these pinnacle moments, they were all of God’s initiative and preparation. He gave the “hind’s feet” and set His child in that special place. And oh yes, it had seemed perilous to get there; but no matter, God was with him.

And the moments are possessed by the faithful one – “MY high places”. He has chronicled them in his memoir of milestones. No one will rob him of their refreshment or hope. God did thus and so to assure the victory, the revelation, the confidence of favour. And milestones are meant to be re-visited with great blessing.

Doug Blair, Waterloo, Ontario


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