Psalm 23 is one of the most beloved of all the Scriptures. Little children are encouraged to memorize it. It’s one of the first portions of Scripture I memorized. Yet I fear all this familiarity, while perhaps not “breeding contempt,” has led to a certain nonchalance concerning it.
The first stanza of the first verse of this Psalm has got to be one of the most mind-boggling verses in Scripture: The LORD is my shepherd.
is my shepherd?
I’m not questioning it; I’m expressing wonder and amazement.
Wonder and amazement at the idea that Jehovah God, that One Who flung the stars into space and Who has counted and named every single one of their billions; that One Who spoke everything into existence by the mere power of His Word; that One Whose will is instantly followed by multitude of angels; that One to Whom the ages of eternity bow in glad submission: – that One
has taken it upon Himself to be concerned about an insignificant speck of protoplasm on an insignificant mote of dust off to one side of His creation
not just as a casual Observer, but as One Who is my shepherd.
THAT ONE is my shepherd!