I lift up my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 121: 1, 2
Guy #1 is in one of life’s harsh predicaments. Feeling desperate, he’s waiting for God to fix things. Thus begins Psalm 121.
But Guy #1 doesn’t get beyond two verses. Guy #2 takes over for the rest of the psalm. We don’t know who he is. And who he is really doesn’t matter; it’s his role in this psalm that should beckon our attention. He is there to reassure Guy #1 of the omnipresence and the grace of God. He speaks of God walking with us to keep us company through our misery, of God watching over us night and day, of God protecting us no matter what we are up to.
Nothing he says is new or profound. It is a truth that Guy #1 knows and has already stated very clearly (“My help comes from the Lord.”) So what Guy #2 says doesn’t really matter very much either.
What matters is that he is there for his friend. He is a true friend–the kind that sticks around when you are awful company; the kind that doesn’t fuel your misery, but instead gently keeps you focused on the solution to the problem.
Says Fyl 