Folks have a big need for health these days.
Even beyond headache, migraine, epilepsy, dravet, crohn's, pain, chronic pain, intractible pain, depression, anxiety, arthritis, gout, myriad inflammatory and related disease conditions...
...there is cancer, cancer, cancer, cancer and cancer. There is also cancer. And just in case you didn't notice the epidemic... there's cancer.
What are the odds? I am not suggesting you calculate them. But so many walk in fear today, and suffer, because the land is shadowed in death.
What about you? Do you walk in fear?
Do you know psalmist's fearlessness? Do you know why he is fearless?
What if... you had your own healing genie? Your very own superhero bud who can't wait to be with you. Life of the party. Hillarious sense of humor. Loves everyone. Unlimited cosmic power. Digs reggae and healthy snacks. Grants wishes to regular folk who just want to be well. Totally groovy dude.
Let me introduce my bud, Rod Staff ("thy rod and thy staff"). His superhero names are Hand Of Jah and The Comforter. Cancer demon... BAM! Headache, migraine, anxiety and depression... BIFF! Pain, epilepsy, chrohn's and dravet syndrome... POW!
The Hand Of Jah vs. these demons is an absolute knock-out, and folks enjoy every puff (Rod's lingo for "punch").
When you're sick... you wish to be well. And when you're well, you wish to stay that way.
Ok then, let's take a little closer look at that psalm:
My bud really just wants to know one thing:
What do you need?