After an unusually sleepless night, (okay, a book induced--o night of little sleep) I got up and did my routine with coffee and a waffle and a little blogging, then went back to bed. You know that groggy feeling when you can't quite wake up? Well, I thought I had some kind of animal in bed with me snuffling my ear. I thought it must be a small animal and wondered if it was a cat. I don't have a cat. Then I thought well, it might be a weiner dog. Nada, don't have one any more. A pug mug? Nope. It was Maggie our Springer, our one and only dog now, who snuck up on the bed with ear snuggles no less. I couldn't, however, bring myself to open my eyes to figure what creature was in the bed with me. Creature comfort? After all that brain activity, I went back sound asleep. Who needs to count sheep when you have all those beasties to account for?
Well, wake me up and slap my cheeks, something else snuck up on me. As I was making my merry way through the Psalms, I suddenly realized that after Psalm 22 comes Psalm 23. What do you know! This is the most read, quoted and loved passage in the Psalms, indeed, in the Old Testament. So what do you do with a Psalm like that? I will do much like Adam Clarke did who oft refers to the Old Psalter which rather takes us back to the green green grass of the isles where sheep feast on lush pastures. First the Psalm tells us that God is our Good Shepherd. Secondly, He is compared to a "free-hearted man given to hospitality, and entertaining his guests bountifully." "As a flock, they have the most excellent pasture; as guests, they have the most nutritive and abundant fare." Want to go there? I do!
I'm using an old calf skin 120 year old edition of Adam Clarke's Commentary. Imagine this...
The Old Psalter some say goes back to an Old Irish Treatise of the Psalms from the ninth century, where Ireland and Old English and Latin collide in this early transcript of the Psalms.