The Boundary Lines have Fallen
Searching the Michigan Dunes Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. I’ll be reading this as the Old Testament scripture this morning on what’s been called, “Doubting Thomas Sunday.” It’s a Psalm characterized by confidence, a Psalm that somehow seems an inappropriate text for the day. But when we consider that the Psalms are various—that one rings out despair akin to Jesus’ lament on the cross, (My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me) while the next is jubilant and devoid of doubt—we may have come closer to understanding Thomas’ declaration that he will need tangible, physical proof before he will believe in a risen Christ. You see, Thomas wasn’t always a “dou...