A Devotional from Psalm 141:5 KJV
[5] Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
Correction is a good thing whether given nicely or harshly by a righteous person. Their correction, with wisdom, is often a very kind motion for the wise. It is good to be corrected by the righteous because they typically have good intentions for you.
If we receive the correction of the righteous, it is an excellent oil and their correction will not break our head. In fact, it will do the opposite, it will heal our head and strengthen us. Sure, correction at times, whether it is given nicely or harshly, can be hard to receive.
However, in wisdom, we know it will have a healing lasting benefit for us. Correction from the sinner is not the same. The sinner is either ignorant or misleading purposefully and either way, it leads to error.
Our righteous prayer will be in their calamities but it is for us to joy in the reprove of the righteous, for the LORD sends them to those He loves.
Selah
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Psalm 141 King James Version (KJV)
5 Let the righteous smite me; it shall be a kindness: and let him reprove me; it shall be an excellent oil, which shall not break my head: for yet my prayer also shall be in their calamities.
6 When their judges are overthrown in stony places, they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave’s mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord: in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
