The psalmist presents a contrast for us to consider between the cup used to toast the gods (16:4) and the cup we partake of as followers of the one true God (16:5). It is with such an image in mind that I wrote this poem. Read more
The psalmist presents a contrast for us to consider between the cup used to toast the gods (16:4) and the cup we partake of as followers of the one true God (16:5). It is with such an image in mind that I wrote this poem. Read more
I am reminded of a scene in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade when reading Psalm 16. Jones motivated by the noble purpose of saving his father from certain death is searching for the holy grail. He, along with a man named Donovan seeking the grail for personal glory, has […] Read more
Could I have been wrong? I sit here a decrepit, lonely, and useless old man, and I am haunted by that question wondering again and again if I could have been wrong… I remember learning in the days of my youth how true life comes only from G-d’s perfect law. […] Read more
One of the most disliked and uncomfortable church services for me is Mother’s Day. Before you stop reading, at least hear me out. This isn’t because I dislike all the fancy hats, though if I am being honest, they do look quite silly. It isn’t because I dislike all the […] Read more
It is true that there are many enemies seeking to prevail over our lives, but I’ve found that many times the most heinous enemy is not external. We are often the one getting in the way of God’s work in our lives. Read more
The psalmist calls the atheist a fool because he is ignorant, does nothing good, and is corrupt. I have heard others call the atheist a fool because he lives a morally repugnant life. But I think there is another reason to call them fools: they declare the absolute non-existence of […] Read more
I don’t know about other people, but when I eat breakfast I need something to read. Don’t worry, I’m not being anti-social because all that is at my table is a bowl of Grape-nuts (yes, I said Grape-nuts!), a glass of juice, and my two dogs, Boethius and Erasmus laying […] Read more