I notice a pattern in Psalms, chapters sixty-nine through seventy-five, a repeat of the phrase, “but as for me.” But as for me, my prayer is to Thee, O LORD. But as for me, I will hope continually, and I will praise Thee yet more and more. But as for me, the nearness of God is my good. But as for me, I will declare it forever; I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

When I see those four words, I immediately think of a zealous Virginian who boldly declared: “I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!” I think of a great leader, who in his farewell address to a wayward nation said: “Choose for yourselves today whom you will serve: whether the gods which your fathers served which were beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you are living; but as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD” (Joshua 24:15).

I think it is fitting to take inventory sometimes. What is there in this life that means so much, that it doesn’t really matter what everyone else — or anyone else — thinks? Last summer, I gathered with a group of friends in a park in downtown Reno. One of my friends had brought a guitar, and began to lead us in worship. I noticed that people would glance our way as we sang, and I wondered what they were thinking. They didn’t throw eggs, didn’t mock or jeer, didn’t even stare. They just looked at us from time to time. But it made me self-conscious, and my voice grew softer. Then I remembered something: Jesus is just as worthy of my praise in this park as He is anywhere else.

As for me, I choose Jesus. Regardless of what anyone else chooses. He is the one thing in this life that means that much.

   Songs for the Soul



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