Reformation Lutheran Church A Congregation of the ELCA

Wednesday, April 1
Read Psalm 28

To you, O Lord, I call; my rock, do not refuse to hear me. (v 1)


As a cradle Lutheran, I have known about the “rock” and sung about where to “build my house.” But there have been times when I didn’t sing about that Rock, the one who cares about and loves me.

When the phone rang at 2:30 a.m. the day after Thanksgiving 33 years ago, the rock became a weight on my heart. My younger sister called to tell me that my mother had had a massive stroke and was in ICU. The rock became a boulder six weeks later when my sister called to say that Mom had died.

Five years later, another phone call, this one that my dad had died, rolled another rock – no, another boulder – on my heart. So instead of singing to the Lord, my rock, I was moaning about my grief, my anger, my loss.

When the surgeon told me that the growth in my breast was malignant, and he recommended a radical mastectomy, my song became one of fear, of uncertainty. My prayer became similar to David’s in Psalm 28: “Do not turn a deaf ear to me. … Hear my cry for mercy as I call to you for help.”

This rock of grief, of fear, became a rock of guilt when one of my grandsons was diagnosed with Fragile X, a genetic disorder, and I found out that I was the carrier of the Fragile X gene, passing it to my daughter. So I didn’t sing. I cried, as did David, “To you, Lord, I call; you are my rock…” Where was this so-called rock?

Being blessed with family and friends, I was reminded of Jesus crying out on the cross, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” and I knew that my God was the same God. He is the God of my salvation, forgiveness, mercy, love and caring. Again, in Psalm 28, in his conclusion, David sings, “Praise be the Lord, for he has heard my cry for mercy. The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him and he helps me. My heart leaps for joy, and with my song I praise him.” So, on eagle’s wings, I thank the Lord for taking the pebbles, the stones, the boulders from my heart and replacing them with the true Rock — Jesus Christ, my Lord.

Barbara Orsak

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