Even He-Man needs God

I was reading psalm 88 the other day and a beautiful intimidation struck me. Important to note the auther of psalm 88 is He-Man.

Psalm 88

A song. A psalm of the Sons of Korah. For the director of music. According to mahalath leannoth. A maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.

1 O LORD, the God who saves me,
day and night I cry out before you.

2 May my prayer come before you;
turn your ear to my cry.

3 For my soul is full of trouble
and my life draws near the grave.

4 I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
I am like a man without strength.

5 I am set apart with the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
who are cut off from your care.

6 You have put me in the lowest pit,
in the darkest depths.

7 Your wrath lies heavily upon me;
you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.
Selah

8 You have taken from me my closest friends
and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;

9 my eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, O LORD, every day;
I spread out my hands to you.

10 Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do those who are dead rise up and praise you?
Selah

11 Is your love declared in the grave,
your faithfulness in Destruction?

12 Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

13 But I cry to you for help, O LORD;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.

14 Why, O LORD, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?

15 From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death;
I have suffered your terrors and am in despair.

16 Your wrath has swept over me;
your terrors have destroyed me.

17 All day long they surround me like a flood;
they have completely engulfed me.

18 You have taken my companions and loved ones from me;
the darkness is my closest friend.

Dang, if He-Man, one of the Masters of the Universe needs the Master of the Universe, sure as my itchy beard, I do. He's got an upper hand, wielding a huge sword, having shining blond hair with well groomed bangs, and enough bulging muscles to take on the evils of the universe, but is still not whole without God. The passionate cries in the writer's place of depression show us that we are not alone in those times that God feels distant; when hope seems to be tossed to rabid scavengers and quarrels live under every breath, we are not alone. He-Man continues to place himself before God, admitting his need, despite his pain and feeling of helplessness. He comes honest and unedited, angry and directionless to the God he still hopes in. What I really admire about this is that despite putting the blame on God for his troubles, he still seeks Him and declares Him to be the God of his salvation. He still admits his need for him, which seems contrary to what many would do in this situation...blame God and leave.

Some stories end before you get to the happy part...doesn't mean it's not coming.

Heman the faithful, thanks for the example.