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The Two Ways to Disappear

Psalm 1:1–6 (ESV) "Blessed is the man who walks not in the counsel of the wicked, nor stands in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night."

Nobody decides to disappear.

That's the thing most people miss about Psalm 1. They read it like a fork in the road — left or right, choose wisely — and that's not wrong, but it's not the whole picture either. The psalm isn't describing a single dramatic decision. It's describing drift.

Watch the verbs. Walks. Stands. Sits. That's not a man charging headlong into rebellion. That's a man slowing down. He was going somewhere, and then he paused to listen to people he shouldn't have been listening to, and then he stopped moving altogether, and then he sat down among them like he belonged there.

Three verbs. Three positions. Down as the only outcome.

Paul knew this anatomy. He told the Ephesians they used to walk "following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air" (Eph. 2:2, ESV). Same verb. Same gravitational pull. The difference is Paul names the counselor the psalmist leaves unnamed. There is an intelligence behind the drift. There is a prince over the current. And nobody who gets swept downstream remembers the exact moment they stopped swimming.

That's the warning. But it's only verse 1. The psalm doesn't stop there. It shifts to something deeper.

"But his delight is in the law of the LORD, and on his law he meditates day and night."

One word changes everything. But.

The blessed man's alternative to drift is not effort. It's not a self-improvement plan. It's not gritting his teeth harder against temptation. It's delight. And the delight has an object — the law of the LORD — and a rhythm — day and night.

That phrase used to bother me. Day and night sounds like an assignment I'd fail by lunchtime. But meditation in the Hebrew sense isn't the quiet-room, candle-lit exercise we imagine. The word is hagah — to mutter, to chew on, to turn over audibly. It's a man walking through his day with the words of God still working on him. Not a monk in a cell. A father in a field. A woman at the well. Ordinary life saturated by a text that won't let go.

Paul tells the Colossians to let the word of Christ dwell in them richly (Col. 3:16). Not visit. Not make an appearance on Sunday and check out by Monday. Dwell. Move in. Unpack. Stay. That's verse 2. That's the pivot. And the psalm is about to show you what it produces.

"He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither."

The blessed man doesn't become impressive. He becomes rooted.

There is a difference. Impressive is what you project. Rooted is what you draw from. The tree doesn't strain to produce fruit. It yields fruit because of where it is planted — and that word matters. Planted means someone else put it there. The tree didn't wander to the riverbank and decide to dig in. It was placed.

Jesus takes this image and makes it personal. "I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing" (John 15:5, ESV). The psalmist's stream becomes a person. The nourishment isn't abstract. It has a name. And the mechanism hasn't changed — sustained connection producing what you could never manufacture on your own.

Paul calls it the fruit of the Spirit (Gal. 5:22–23). Love, joy, peace, patience. Not achievements. Not metrics. Fruit — the kind that grows slowly from the inside and can't be manufactured on a deadline. Notice the psalm says in its season. Not on demand. Not overnight. There are seasons where the roots go deeper and nothing visible happens above the surface, and those seasons are not failure. They are preparation.

Now the psalm turns. Four words.

"The wicked are not so."

That's it. No transition paragraph. No softening. Just a hard wall of contrast. Everything you just read about the tree — the roots, the streams, the fruit, the enduring leaves — none of it applies to the other man. He is not so.

He is chaff.

Do you know what chaff is? It's the husk. The shell. The part of the grain that looks like it belongs but has nothing inside. It goes through the same growing season, stands in the same field, gets harvested by the same hand. But when the wind comes — when pressure arrives, when the winnowing fork drops — it separates. It was never attached to anything real.

John the Baptist grabbed this image and wouldn't let go of it. He saw the Pharisees coming to his baptism and said, "His winnowing fork is in his hand, and he will clear his threshing floor and gather his wheat into the barn, but the chaff he will burn with unquenchable fire" (Matt. 3:12, ESV). The psalm's chaff gets blown away. John's chaff gets burned. Same worthlessness. Escalated consequence. And chaff doesn't know it's chaff. Not until the wind hits. The psalm closes with the only thing that can anchor everything that came before it.

"For the LORD knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked will perish."

That word knows. In Hebrew it's yada — and it doesn't mean God has information about the righteous man's location. It's the same word used for the most intimate knowing in Scripture. Covenantal. Personal. Protective. The LORD knows this man's way the way a shepherd knows his sheep, the way a father knows his child's voice in a crowd.

Jesus said it plainly: "I know my own and my own know me" (John 10:14, ESV). And then he said the terrifying inverse to the people who assumed they were in: "I never knew you; depart from me" (Matt. 7:23, ESV). Same verb. Opposite verdict.

Paul anchored the church's confidence in the same ground: "The Lord knows those who are his" (2 Tim. 2:19, ESV). And because he knows, because it is his knowledge and not ours that secures the relationship, Paul could write the sentence that holds every anxious believer together: "There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus" (Rom. 8:1, ESV).

That's Psalm 1:6a in its full New Testament bloom. The way of the righteous doesn't perish because the One who sees all ways has claimed this one as his own.

Two men. Two paths. Two images — a tree and chaff. Two endings — known and perished.

No middle option. The psalm doesn't offer one.

Whose voice are you chewing on when no one else is listening?