This morning I imagine Jesus sitting outside in the quiet of the morning at the house of his friends reciting the Psalm for the day (71) that he has known from his youth. The familiar words surely give him courage and comfort as he moves closer to what lies ahead for him in Jerusalem. I read it and join myself to him in the prayer.
In you, O Lord, I take refuge; let me never be put to shame. In your justice rescue me, and deliver me; incline your ear to me, and save me. Be my rock of refuge, a stronghold to give me safety, for you are my rock and my fortress. O my God, rescue me from the hand of the wicked. For you are my hope, O Lord; my trust, O God, from my youth. On you I depend from birth; from my mother’s womb you are my strength. My mouth shall declare your justice, day by day your salvation. O God, you have taught me from my youth, and till the present I proclaim your wondrous deeds.