Dear Friends,

This Sunday I'll be preaching from Psalm 16 — a poem of remarkable beauty and stubborn hope, believed by many scholars to have been sung first by people living in exile. People who had lost nearly everything.

And yet they sang: “The Lord is my chosen portion… The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places."

It’s a striking claim.

How do you sing something like that when the world around you has fallen apart? How do you find a courageous trust that God is still present, still holding, still giving life even in midst of great difficulty?

I look forward to exploring that together Sunday.

Grace and Peace,

Joe