The Lord is my Shepherd;
I shall not want...
is probably the second prayer my grandma taught me, and I've mostly remembered it for most of my life, and like most people, I've quoted it at the (mostly) appropriate times ~ you know, like when somebody dies or ticks me off.
Yea, though I walk through the valley...
I will fear no evil...
It's always had a certain Tarantino-esque quality to it, you know?
Like some dude's saying to me, "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. ..."
And I'm saying, "Yeah, well, even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, mo#fo#."
Now, I been sayin' that for years, but it occurs to me lately that, as much as I might like for him to, Jesus probably wouldn't come out all guns a'blazin' at the dude. I mean, he might call somebody a Pharisee, but probably not, well, you know.
I mean, well, when he does come back,
he's coming like a total bad hmmhmm,
but that's a side note.
I'm a little like a first century Jew, I guess. I see the tyranny, and the evil, and the selfishness all around me, and I think I'm ready for Jesus to come on back and level the field, but that ain't the truth.
The truth is
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies
I get so wrapped up in the middle part that I sometimes forget the beginning and the end, the Alpha and Omega, if you will. I become so distracted by the world around me that I lose sight of the one who created it. I get so wrapped up in my own perspective that I lose my peace.
I lose sight of the path sometimes.
I sometimes am the tyranny and the evil
and the selfishness.
But I'm tryin'.
I'm tryin' real hard to be (like) the Shepherd.
Maybe I should just stop trying so hard. Maybe I should just lie down for a bit, have a rest and a drink of water. Because the truth is