Psalm 23 has been a personal favourite for many, for centuries. Often it is the only Psalm still sung in some churches. The powerful Scottish-isle-like imagery takes our imaginations through surreal pastures sprinkled with snowy sheep bleating baahs and savouring refreshing waters by the streams. Psalm 23 is, however, not primarily interested in talking about our spiritual road trip. It’s aim is underscored in the first verse, which sets the expectation for the rest of the Psalm in motion: