A new Psalm, maybe

So I’m trying something different here in this blog. Not always about the Psalms, though sometimes it will be. But mostly about what my mind is pondering during these moments in life. Today is March 10, 2022. A few days ago, according to the Episcopal book ‘Holy Women, Holy Men’ the day belonged to GeoffreyContinue reading “A new Psalm, maybe”


‘They went astray in the wilderness and found no way to a city to dwell in; hungry and thirsty their soul fainted in them. So they cried to the Lord in their trouble and he delivered them from their distress.’ (Psalm 107:4-6) We are seeing more and more photos, facts, writings about the plights ofContinue reading “Refugees”

Like a sparrow…

I have watched, and am even as it were a sparrow, that sits alone upon the housetop. (Psalm 102:7) It’s tough to be lonely, to sit alone day after day, night after night. Many have done that and many continue to do that in the midst of a global pandemic. But also in the midstContinue reading “Like a sparrow…”

Gray Hair

‘Forsake me not, O God, in my old age, when I am gray-headed…’ Psalm 71:16 I first noticed this Psalm at seminary as a senior, getting ready to graduate. A group of us were presenting the Scripture for the day, this being the Psalm. Didn’t take too much notice of it except one of theContinue reading “Gray Hair”

Loving the Rubble

Psalm 102:14 For your servants love her very rubble, and are moved to pity even for her dust. We have all seen the remains of a bombed city, building, home, any place that has been destroyed with only dust remaining. And for those of us who have no worries about this happening to our homes,Continue reading “Loving the Rubble”

God’s Bottle

You have noted my lamentation,; put my tears into your bottle…” Psalm 56:8 It is strongly doubtful God has a bottle, at least a physical one. But shall we imagine there is such an item with the divine…how many tears would be in your bottle? I have cried rivers of tears during my sixty-odd yearsContinue reading “God’s Bottle”


Psalm 114:4, 6 (from the 1748 Book of Common Prayer) ‘The mountains skipped like rams: and the little hills like young sheep…Ye mountains that ye skipped like rams: and ye little hills like young sheep?’ It’s a funny analogue to ponder mountains and hills skipping. The context of this Psalm is Israel coming out ofContinue reading “Skipping”


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