The LORD is my shepherd,
but I’d rather find my own way.
I lack nothing.
but just to be safe I’ll take my own lunch.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
but I’m really not that tired.
he leads me beside quiet waters,
but I’d like to see if there are other, more exciting waters.
he refreshes my soul.
but I’m not that thirsty after-all.
He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.
but I'll take a map, because I'm not sure he knows where he's going.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
but maybe I'll bring a flashlight. I don't like the dark... I don't care who I'm with, it's scary.
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
sort of. I'd rather be backing a gun than trusting your staff.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
why would we eat with our enemies? That's a bit dangerous, isn't it? What if they poison us?
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
but a good bank account and insurance is probably a safer route.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
but my mom told me that Murphy follows me wherever I go, too.
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
so long as the neighborhood doesn't change and those other people don't move in.
[Note: This is in no way meant to be sacrilegious, but instead an explication of how we often really feel. This follows the last few posts on Failure and Risk Aversion.]
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