Psalm 128
I pray. But the vine withers. I beg. But I'm overdrawn. And where is my faith-blessing? Why is my growth so stunted? I beg the vine-witherer and pray for overdraft hope. Psalm 128
Psalm 127
If we could build a city shrill with the possibilities of joy, how would we hold the footings fast? We cheapen everything for profit. Psalm 127
Psalm 126
Have we become celebrants who deny participants access to our thanksgiving because we won't weep with them? Psalm 126
Psalm 125
A man, yelling in the street; I stretch my perception to hear. He's cursing injustices. Should I be a listener? Psalm 125
Psalm 124
Grit is nothing to scoff at. People and countries need it. But it cannot replace the fact of embodied Spirit. Psalm 124
Psalm 123
He's throwing something in the street. "What are you doing, child?" "That's a yucky part!" You can argue with disdain, but it takes a God to change it. Psalm 123
Psalm 122
"Eat your carrots, or you're getting a whipping!" develops the palate of a food critic as much as "Keep this treaty, or we're going to kill you!" nurtures a heart for peace. Both need grace. Psalm 122
Psalm 121
I've screamed into my pillow. I've filled the hollow ground with an echoed voice. I've tapped on the doors of drowsy parents. But I haven't prayed until I've plodded along countlessly encountering the God who is stewarding me. - Psalm 121