Sometime things become so familiar that they lose
their power. It is easy to take things for granted. This is true of the people,
places and things in our lives. Including our faith.
Case-in-point,
Psalm 23. It is a much loved Psalm, and is so familiar that the deep
significance of it can be easily lost on us. So, think about the opening line, “The Lord is my shepherd.” What an
extraordinary claim, what a thing to say! The Lord, God the creator of
everything is the one who shepherds me.
As we
make our way through the rest of the Psalm the claims get all the more
extraordinary. The all powerful God is also the one who takes care of me, leads
me and revives me. This almighty God frees me from fear and I can rest in the
comfort of God’s correction (rod and staff). This same God allows me to eat at
ease with my enemies, providing me with more than I need. I can trust in this
God for ever.
We
could choose others to lead us. We can take others as our examples. And they
don’t all have to be bad choices. I tried to play hockey like Bobby Orr for
example. It was not a bad choice. In fact, a pretty good choice, if you ask me.
I suppose that I could have tried to be like Bobby Orr and still have the Lord
as my shepherd.
The
real question here is, when it comes right down to it, who will be my shepherd?
Who will lead me in my life to green pastures and still waters? Who will revive
my soul?
The most outstanding part of this understanding of God
is that this creator God who is willing to be my shepherd and to lead me along
right pathways does it all “for his name’s sake.” In other words, God does what
God does because it is in God’s nature. There is no other reason, there’s no
need to try and figure it out: God creates because God creates; God loves
because God loves; and God is my shepherd because God is my shepherd.
The person writing Psalm 23 is willing to say out loud
an extraordinary thing: God loves us so much that God is willing to follow us
around, lead us to good places and to never quit on us.
The Lord is my coach
I shall get my fair share of ice time.
The coach makes me sit on the bench
when I am tired
and gives me plenty of Gatorade.
There my soul is revived
and I am familiar with the playbook,
all because the coach is the coach.
Though the play gets tough
and it feels like sudden death overtime
I have no reason to fear
I am not alone
I am tapped on the shoulder
and sent on another shift.
There is a game going on
and the opposing team is here,
but I have been blessed
with everything I need for the game,
and more.
Surely the goodness and mercy of the coach will follow me wherever I go.
And I will be
in my coach’s rink for ever.