Phillips Bible Institute - PBI Yearbook (Canton, OH)

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salm 23 Beneath the burning skies, and the clear starry night of Palestine, there grows up be- tween the shepherd and his flock a union of attachment nad tenderness. It is the country where, at any moment, their protector may have to save them by personal hazard. The Psalmist, out of the experiences of boy- hood days, spent as a shepherd lad, knows full well the dangers that continually con- front the flock as it feeds on the hillside and in the valley: in the desert and by the still waters of the oasis: in the dry stubble of the summer and the green pastures of the spring. Having had the bitter experience of losing sight of his Shepherd and becoming ensnared with the lusts of the world and the flesh, David at the call of Jehovah, thru the prophet Nathan, returns to the fold of safty, never more to roam. As is the case with many, the Psalmist could not fully appreciate the fulness of God's love until he had once lost it for a season. But after his return he pens one of the most beautiful and comforting pieces of literature ever dropped from the pen of man. The sculptor trusts in his tools, but the day will come when his hand will fail him, the scholar trusts in his learning, but the day will come when his mind cannot be relied upon: Rockefeller trusts in his xmillions, but his riches cannot purchase health: but thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me, tells of a trust eternal, a confidence never knowing disappointment. Yea, tho I walk thru the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for, can the shadow of a mountain fall upon me and crush me? can tqhe shadow of a sword pierce thru my flesh and kill me? or can the shadow of death separate me from my God? No! but rather, thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies: thou hast an- ointed my head with oilg my cup runneth over. joy may grow on the very face of Page Forty-nine danger, as a slender rose-bush Hings its bright spray and fragrant blossoms over the lip of the dangerous cataract. Those that have a full cup, running over, must carry their vessel upright so that it will overflow into their weak- er brother's emptier vessel. My cup over- flows with grace in this day, and it shall over- flow with glory to gladden me thruout eter- nity. Spurgeon says, 'tThe little child out on the sea is not frightened like all the other pas- sengers on board the vessel: it is asleep on its mother's bosom: it is enough for it that its mother is with it: and it should be enough for the believer to know that Christ is with him. This Psalm is an ode which for beauty of sentiment is not to be matched in all litera- ture. Thru three thousand years or more it has penerated the hearts of millions: it has gladdened the destitute and homeless: it has whispered hope and joy amid tears to the solitary and forsaken, whose only refuge was in heaven. Beyond all range of calculation have these few lines kept alive the flickering flame of religious feeling in the hearts that were near to despair. Heinrich Heine, who had been a pantheist and scoffer, on his bed of affliction had been brought to read the Bible, especially the Psalms, Une of his last poems addressed to his wife, to whom he was devotedly attached, bears traces of David's Shepherd Psalm. Softly and tenderly it begins: , My arm grows weak: death comes apace, Death pale and grim: and I no more Can guard my lamb as heretofore. 0 God! into thy hands I render My crook: keep thou my lambkin tender. Wlieii I in peace have laid me down, Keep thou my lamb, and do not let A single thorn her bosom fret, And guide where pasture green and sweet Refresh the wanderer's weary feet. H. K. ScHoNDELMAYER.

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