When the Wound Comes from a Friend.

There's a kind of pain that enemies can't inflict. An enemy hurts you from the outside — you brace for it, you see it coming, and eventually you recover. But when the person who sat next to you, who knew your fears and your faith, who walked into worship beside you — when that person turns on you? That's a different wound entirely.

Psalm 55 is David at his most raw. He's afraid, he's overwhelmed, he wants to run. But buried in the middle of this desperate is an unflinchingly honest description of betrayal — and at the end, a that has been holding people together for three thousand years.