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"Unbelief puts circumstances between itself and Christ, so as not to see him. Faith puts Christ between itself and circumstances, so that it cannot see them."

              - F.B. Meyer, The Shepherds Psalm, page 17

Psalm 23 Reversed

Most people know Psalm 23. It's quoted at so many funerals and presented on so many cross-stitched plaques and pictures that it is a part of our common culture. But have you ever tried to imagine a life that is the opposite of Psalm 23? David Powlinson has, and puts it this way.

Antipsalm 23

I’m on my own.
No one looks out for me or protects me.
I experience a continual sense of need. Nothing’s quite right.
I’m always restless. I’m easily frustrated and often disappointed.
It’s a jungle—I feel overwhelmed. It’s a desert—I’m thirsty.
My soul feels broken, twisted, and stuck. I can’t fix myself.
I stumble down some dark paths.
Still, I insist: I want to do what I want, when I want, how I want.
But life’s confusing. Why don’t things ever really work out?
I’m haunted by emptiness and futility—shadows of death.
I fear the big hurt and final loss.
Death is waiting for me at the end of every road,
but I’d rather not think about that.
I spend my life protecting myself. Bad things can happen.
I find no lasting comfort.
I’m alone . . . facing everything that could hurt me.
Are my friends really friends?
Other people use me for their own ends.
I can’t really trust anyone. No one has my back.
No one is really for me—except me.
And I’m so much all about ME, sometimes it’s sickening.
I belong to no one except myself.
My cup is never quite full enough. I’m left empty.
Disappointment follows me all the days of my life.
Will I just be obliterated into nothingness?
Will I be alone forever, homeless, free-falling into void?
Sartre said, “Hell is other people.”
I have to add, “Hell is also myself.”
It’s a living death,
and then I die.

Makes the meaning of the familiar words more clear, doesn't it?

Hat Tip: Justin Taylor:

The Shadow of Death

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