I like to return to my favorite Psalm (139) when I am in need of comfort and guidance. Such was the case, after my dear wife died in her sleep a year ago. The morning of her funeral, I opened my old tattered bible to this Psalm to give me bravery, hope, and peace. I have had this old friend for most of my Christian life; this friend with its stained, underlined verses could do that. This old friend could comfort me in the loss of my oldest friend.
I began to read these verses, which seem to me to be very intimate Continue reading