This is my sermon text for our Old Year's service this evening. We will think about how God, the maker of all things--not the gods of the hills--kept us through all the situations we have faced in the past year, and how we can trust that he will do the same in the year to come. Tomorrow, it will be my traveling prayer as I set out on a pilgrimage of my own.
Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
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| Mt. Tai in Tai an, China, where I lived for a year. This is a holy mountain in China, where people go to pray, like the culture surrounding the psalmist. |
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
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