A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23
“What have you been doing during the pandemic?” seems to be an oft ask question this last year. I have been reading … a lot. With a book shelf full of books to be read as well as e-books in my Kindle library, I am currently in the middle of about four or five.
The Benedict Option by Rod Dreher and Black and Buddhist by Pamela Ayo Yetunde are two I just finished. I am in the midst of A Promised Land by Barack Obama and Galaxy Girls by Libby Jackson as well as Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and Manufacturing Consent by Noam Chomsky. Both of the latter may take me awhile. Pride and Prejudice because the language style is exquisite, like fine art, it must be savored; and Manufacturing Consent because its contents is so alarming.
Why read it then? Because I relish in the processes of exploration and self-reflection.
Sometimes I read to escape too.
Every once and a while I find a book that allows me to do all three which is what happened with A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23 by W. Phillip Keller. A truly lovely book about The Shepherd’s love.