From J. C. Philpot's Daily Portions
November 2 "I will cry unto God most High; unto God who performs all
things for me." Psalm 57:2 In the word "most High," there is something to my mind
very expressive. It is to "God most High" that prayers go up from broken
hearts, in all parts of the world where the Lord has a quickened people.
"Unto God most High" every eye is pointed, every heart is fixed, and every
breath of living prayer flows. Jesus sits in glory as "God most High,"
hearing the sighs and cries of his broken-hearted family, where they dwell
in the utmost corners of the earth; and he is not only sitting on high to
hear their cries, but also to bestow upon them the blessings which he sees
suitable to their case and state. Now when shall we thus come "unto God most High?" When we
are pleased and satisfied in SELF? when the world smiles? when all things
are easy without and within? when we are in circumstances for which our own
wisdom, strength, and righteousness are amply sufficient? We may, under such
circumstances, appease our conscience by prayer, or rather its form; but
there is no "CRY unto God most High." Before there is a real, spiritual cry
raised up, we must be brought to that spot, "Refuge failed me; no man cared
for my soul" (Psalm 142:4). Here all the saints of old were brought; Job
upon his ash-heap, Hezekiah upon his sick bed, Hannah by the temple gate.
All were hopeless, helpless, houseless, refugeless, before they cried "unto
God most High." And we must be equally refugeless and houseless before we
can utter the same cry, or our prayers find entrance into the ears of the
Lord Almighty. "Unto God who performs all things for me." If God
did not perform something for us; no more, if God did not perform all
things for us, it would be a mockery, a delusion to pray to him at all. "The
Hope of Israel" would then be to us a dumb idol, like Ashtaroth or Baal, who
could not hear the cries of his lancet-cutting worshipers, because he was
hunting or asleep, and needed to be awakened. But the God of Israel is not
like these dumb idols, these ash-heap gods, the work of men's hands, the
figments of superstition and ignorance; but the eternal Jehovah, who ever
lives to hear and answer the prayers that his people offer up.