Antidote: ‘The Lord is My Shepherd’

Lest we get too downhearted, remember: the Bible tells us of many times when God’s people in Israel and Judah fell away from their faith. Indeed, Elijah despaired for it almost to the point of death (I Kings 19). And there will be great fallings-away yet to come, as Paul warns us in 2 Thessalonians 2:3.  Yet even in the worst of times, God says, “Yet I have left me seven thousand in Israel, all the knees which have not bowed unto Baal, and every mouth which hath not kissed him” (1 Kings 19:18). God always keeps a remnant alive in faith, even in the midst of blazing apostasy.

It may be some of this remnant singing with the choir at Wells Cathedral, The Lord is My Shepherd: Psalm 23 set to music by Howard Goodall.

Individual men and women can come  back from atheism, as C.S. Lewis did–and he had a long way to go, too.

The Good Shepherd will not forget His sheep.

Encore: ‘The Lord is My Shepherd’

Psalm 23 set to music, and sung by the choir of Wells Cathedral, England–it’s not worth trying to remain unmoved by this. We ought not ever to forget that we have a Shepherd who looks after us, and is with us even through the valley of the shadow of death: for He Himself passed through it once, and He will bring us through it, and out into the light on the other side.

‘The Lord’s My Shepherd’

This is a paraphrase of the 23rd Psalm–The Lord’s My Shepherd, by Stuart Townend. Note the flowing stream. Who has never rested beside a stream like that has missed a very good thing. The works of God’s hands testify to His goodness, His power, and His love.

Psalm 23, Set to Music

The Lord is My Shepherd (the 23rd Psalm), set to music by Howard Goodall, sung by the Choir of Wells Cathedral– We are not alone. We are the sheep of His pasture, and we never walk alone.

A Modern Miracle

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Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.    –Psalm 23:4

In Daniel 3, the Bible tells us how Nebuchadnezzar, King of Babylon, had three Jews thrown into “a burning fiery furnace” for refusing to bow to his idol. Miraculously, those three men–Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego–survived unscathed. And the king, astounded, said, “Lo, I see four men loose, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.” (v. 25)

Fast-forward into the 20th century.

As Europe was tuning up for World War I, explorer Ernest Shackleton set out on an expedition to cross Antarctica by land. But his ship was crushed in the ice, and he and his men made a narrow escape to a desert island. There they would be sure to die, unless they were rescued.

After many hardships and extreme peril on the sea, Shackleton and two companions arrived on South Georgia Island, where they then had to hike over mountains and glaciers in hope of reaching the whaling station on the other side of the island, from whence word could be sent to summon rescuers. It was a grim and difficult march, literally a race against death.

Now let Shackleton himself tell us what happened during that march, excerpted from his book, South.

“When I look back at those days I have no doubt that Providence guided us, not only across those snow-fields, but across the storm-white sea that separated Elephant Island from our landing-place on South Georgia. I know that during that long and racking march of 36 hours over the unnamed mountains and glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me often that we were four, not three. I said nothing to my companions on the point, but afterwards Worsley said to me, ‘Boss, I had a curious feeling on the march that there was another person with us.’ Crean confessed to the same idea. One feels ‘the dearth of human words, the roughness of mortal speech’ in trying to describe things intangible, but a record of our journeys would be incomplete without a reference to a subject very near to our hearts.”

For two persons, let alone three, to have the same hallucination at the same time is exceedingly unlikely, and may not even be possible. So I believe this story, even as I believe the Biblical account of the miracle in Babylon.

It is not recorded that anyone was fool enough to call Shackleton a liar to his face.

Bonus Hymn, ‘It Is Well With My Soul’

Folks, I hope you don’t mind our doing hymns today instead of news–but then the hymns are the news, aren’t they? The real news. The good news.

Our friend “Weavingword” sent us this, a beautiful rendition by Chris Rice of the classic hymn, It Is Well With My Soul.

Horatio Spafford lost his two-year-old son to scarlet fever, then lost all his wealth in the Chicago fire, and then his daughters in a sea disaster… and in 1876 he wrote It Is Well With My Soul. Surely God had a firm grip on his hand, and went with him through the valley of the shadow.

Hymn, ‘The Lord’s My Shepherd’

Looking around for something new, I found something old–The Lord’s My Shepherd, a traditional Scottish hymn first published in 1650: the 23rd Psalm set to music.

May it fortify our spirit.

Encore! ‘The Lord is My Shepherd’

This one I needed to hear again today, Wells Cathedral Choir and all. Hey, there’s a reason the 23rd Psalm is one of the best-loved chapters in the Bible. And this treatment of it is simply beautiful.

Be strong in the Lord, and in the power of His might!

Hymn, ‘The Lord Is My Shepherd’ (Beautiful!)

Some of you will remember this hymn as the title music for The Vicar of Dibley, an exceptionally raunchy British comedy series.

But this is a lovely hymn, it’s the 23rd Psalm set to music, here performed by the choir of Wells Cathedral.

If this hymn doesn’t stir your soul, I don’t know what will.