{"id":8032,"date":"2024-03-04T00:01:01","date_gmt":"2024-03-04T08:01:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/packinghouseredlands.org\/devotional\/?p=8032"},"modified":"2026-06-04T14:15:22","modified_gmt":"2026-06-04T21:15:22","slug":"psalm-5811-so-that-men-will-say-surely-there-is-a-reward-for-the-righteous-surely-he-is-god-who-judges-in-the-earth-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/packinghouseredlands.org\/devotional\/?p=8032","title":{"rendered":"Psalm 58:11: &#8220;So that men will say, \/ &#8216;Surely there is a reward for the righteous; \/ Surely He is God who judges in the earth.'&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>King David was confident that in the end the righteous will see that God, the judge of all the earth, is not indifferent to evil and will finally bring justice. Often in life things are not fair or right, but we must be patient and wait until we can see the whole picture.<\/p>\n<p>An unknown author teaches this kind of patience by a simple story from his own life:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering . . . from the underside, [as] I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.<\/p>\n<p>She would smile at me, look down and gently say, &#8220;My son, you go about your playing for awhile, and when I am finished with my embroidering, I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my side.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the bright ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would pass and then I would hear Mother&#8217;s voice say, &#8220;Son, come and sit on my knee.&#8221; This I did only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or a sunset. I could not believe it, because from underneath it looked so messy. Then Mother would say to me, &#8220;My son, from underneath it did look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top. It was a design. I was only following it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Many times through the years I have looked up to my Heavenly Father and said, &#8220;Father, what are You doing?&#8221; He has answered, &#8220;I am embroidering your life.&#8221; I say, &#8220;But it looks like a mess to me. It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark. Why can&#8217;t they all be bright?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The Father seems to tell me, &#8220;My child, you go about your business of doing My business, and one day I will bring you to Heaven and put you on My knee and you will see the plan from My side.&#8221;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><em>&#8220;LORD, we wait on You to bring all things into perfect harmony on that day. Until then we need You to help us stay focused on furthering the Kingdom of God now.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n<p>=============================================================<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Psalms 58 KJV<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>1<\/sup>&nbsp;Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>2<\/sup>&nbsp;Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>3<\/sup>&nbsp;The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>4<\/sup>&nbsp;Their poison&nbsp;<em>is&nbsp;<\/em>like the poison of a serpent:&nbsp;<em>they are&nbsp;<\/em>like the deaf adder&nbsp;<em>that&nbsp;<\/em>stoppeth her ear;&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>5<\/sup>&nbsp;Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>6<\/sup>&nbsp;Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O&nbsp;LORD.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>7<\/sup>&nbsp;Let them melt away as waters&nbsp;<em>which&nbsp;<\/em>run continually:&nbsp;<em>when&nbsp;<\/em>he bendeth&nbsp;<em>his bow to shoot&nbsp;<\/em>his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>8<\/sup>&nbsp;As a snail&nbsp;<em>which&nbsp;<\/em>melteth, let&nbsp;<em>every one of them&nbsp;<\/em>pass away:&nbsp;<em>like&nbsp;<\/em>the untimely birth of a woman,&nbsp;<em>that&nbsp;<\/em>they may not see the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>9<\/sup>&nbsp;Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in&nbsp;<em>his&nbsp;<\/em>wrath.&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>10<\/sup>&nbsp;The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><sup>11<\/sup>&nbsp;So that a man shall say, Verily&nbsp;<em>there is&nbsp;<\/em>a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>King David was confident that in the end the righteous will see that God, the judge of all the earth, is not indifferent to evil and will finally bring justice. Often in life things are not fair or right, but we must be patient and wait until we can see the whole picture. 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