A couple of weeks ago, I was cruising along. I had achieved a good start on my sermon prep, managed to work out twice and went for a bike ride with a couple of friends. And then late Wednesday happened. I couldn't get anything done on Thursday. I was searching, repeatedly asking Google or the Star Tribune or the Times or any search engine for more information. And then, Thursday night, death on top of death, and I lacked the capacity to fully engage with the information.
In Psalm 143, the word "soul" is discovered five times in 12 verses. In the original language of the Old Testament - and props out to my Hebraic scholars, Eric and Thomas, for their assistance in this manner - soul is the translated version of the Hebrew "nephesh," a word that expresses that deepest, most intimate aspect of who I am and who you are.
One of my favorite things to do in Minnesota is walking on rocks, specifically, walking, jumping, and hopping on the boulder and talus fields of basalt along the North Shore of Lake Superior. From Duluth to Two Harbors, from the safe harbor in Silver Bay to Grand Marais, it is a delight to my soul. I also understand that it may be a bit of a Walden Pond experience. If you’ve never tried it, hop on. It is easy, you just follow the stones.