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 that all this familiarity, while perhaps not “breeding contempt,” has led to a certain nonchalance about it.
The first part 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 word of His power; that One Whose will is instantly followed by the 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 infinitesimal mote of dust off to one side of His creation,
not just as a casual Observer, but as One Who is my Shepherd.
But way beyond that, that One Who lives so far outside our experience and ability to understand that He has to initiate contact through His Spirit; that One Who is of purer eyes than to behold evil, and cannot look on wickedness (Habakkuk 1:13); that One Who cannot overlook iniquity, but must punish every sin; that One sent His Son, Who came willingly, as a sacrifice to pay for those sins and bear their punishment; that One Who has accepted me in His Son, and has clothed me with His perfect righteousness, that One Who, through faith, has granted me a place forever in His presence;
THAT ONE is my shepherd!
[First published, in part, on May 22, 2013, as “WHO is my Shepherd?”]