Today has been fairly hectic with appointments and peculiarities, but all is well. I weighed in at 145 pounds for the second day (don’t think I’ve mentioned my weight for a few, but I know some folks are tracking it. I believe it was 143.5 the day before).
I’ll admit it: I’m behind in my reading of the Psalms. I met with Rev. Rummer today, he pointed out that we often fail to meet our expectations and rather than beat oneself up, it’s better to simply start again. The Bible allows for that, you know, whether you’ve just biffed your diet or are just finishing up a career in porn.
For my money, it’s tough to read them straight through, because they can get bogged down on similar themes over and over. I can see why the Rule of St. Benedict outlines such a specific reading schedule for each day of the week. Since they are poetry, it would help to read them aloud, but often when I’m reading, I’d have spectators.
While most of the Bible is God’s word to the people, the Psalms differ in that they are outcries from the people to God. Honestly, when picking up a Bible, I’d rather read what God has to say. But there are some good tidbits to be gleaned. And comfort, I suppose.
I liken them to the Blues. It’s comforting to know that someone else has gone through the same crap and has cried out for a little mercy. The Blues are the Blues, but they lift my spirits through the brotherhood of pain.
That’s all very interesting, but I’d take John Lee Hooker over David any day.