Listening to some Anglican chant on a youtube channel to which I subscribe, I came across the 143rd psalm and the 4th verse:
Therefore is my spirit | vexed with- | in me : and my | heart with- | in me . is | desolate.
I cut and pasted this from the text from which the choir sang it on that channel (ArchivesofSound). I like that old English. “Vexed” is not a word we use very often but the vexation of the current political turmoil–the wholesale rending of the safety net, the belligerent rhetoric spewing from the White House and the drum beat of not just war but nuclear war–is a great weight on the shoulders of the multitudes. Here is a more contemporary translation (NRSV):
So my spirit grows faint within me;
my heart within me is dismayed.
A spiritual discipline that can infuse hope into your life; that rises above the belligerent, maniacal cawing of tyrants and politicians; that incorporates mercy and grace into the tick-tock rhythms of your daily life–that discipline is worth pursuing! Pursuing peace we are less pursued by the harrowing tragedies and exploits of our world. We come to a moment such as the one that arises within this psalm of desolation, verse 8:
Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love
for I have put my trust in you.
Show me the way I should go,
for to you I entrust my life.
Faith, hope, and love. Live fearlessly for we are shepherded by the Great Shepherd. I hope you will begin or continue as it may be, your spiritual discipline and worship with us Sunday morning at 10.