Read: Psalm 143

So my spirit grows faint within me; my heart within me is dismayed.
-Psalm 143:4

Throughout the long sweep of human history I am constantly reminded that while we have become more successful in combating pestilence (who knows how many people would have died from the novel virus that lurks among us today if it had occurred in the Middle Ages), we have been far less successful in vaccinating our souls in the face of virulent ideologies that have spread rapidly through digital transmission. Small wonder that, as the psalmist intones, “I spread out my hands to you (and) I thirst for you like a parched land. Fortunately, the psalm holds the promise of the cure as well as the explanation of the illness: “Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.”

Lord, in the words of the psalm, “let the morning bring me word of your unfailnig love, for I have put my trust in you. Show me the way I should go, for to you I entrust my life.” Amen.
-Michael Boss