Trust is Such an Enormous Word
(An anecdotal review of the Passion Translation of the Bible)
Have you checked out the new Passion Translation (TPT) of the Bible yet? Its website says it is designed to reveal “the deep mysteries of the Scriptures in the love language of God, the language of the heart.” I don’t have the know-how to assess its academic or linguistic accuracy compared to other translations, but it is moving something deep inside me. In a big way.
(I am not saying you should toss or replace other translations, but it’s nice to have something fresh sometimes.)
Compare this brief 3 verse psalm in NIV and TPT from Bible Gateway:
NIV Psalm 131
1 My heart is not proud, Lord,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
2 But I have calmed and quieted myself,
I am like a weaned child with its mother;
like a weaned child I am content.
3 Israel, put your hope in the Lord
both now and forevermore.
TPT Psalm 131
1 Lord, my heart is meek before you.
I don’t consider myself better than others.
I’m content to not pursue matters that are over my head—
such as your complex mysteries and wonders—
that I’m not yet ready to understand.
2 I am humbled and quieted in your presence.
Like a contented child who rests on its mother’s lap,
I’m your resting child and my soul is content in you.
3 O people of God, your time has come to quietly trust,
waiting upon the Lord now and forever.
The TPT word choice in verse 2 sings to my soul. One of my cherished life practices is allowing time for morning cuddles with my boys. Sometimes I ask my 6 year old twins, “Will you still fit on my lap when you are 7? 8? 9?” (They are still darling enough to say yes.) I welcome those bony-butted octopus hugs and refuse to let anything steal my attention from sharing soul space for a few consecrated moments before the day’s onslaught.
As I notice this tangible sacred experience, it helps me get it… that I am the child resting on my Father’s lap. Or Mother’s lap. (Both images work for me… but more on that another time.) And the next morning, when I sit in silence and stillness for a time of centering prayer, verse 2 perfectly depicts my experience of the felt presence of God.
But back to verse 3, to this trust business. “Your time has come to quietly trust.” Jesus whispers a daybreak invitation in my ear through this poetic passage. He gently extends His hand to me to walk with Him through the day.
Later, in Mark’s telling of the calming of the storm, Jesus’ voice freshly awakens in TPT:
“Haven’t you learned to trust yet?”
Yes, Jesus, you already knew. That is the question of my season, isn’t it?
The question of our season in this world, isn’t it?
Trust is such an enormous word.