
A Sermon Delivered on March 16, 2026 by the Rev. Dr. Patrick H. Wrisley.
I want to begin with a word from Dietrich Bonhoeffer, the German pastor and theologian who was martyred by the Nazis in April of 1945, just days before the end of the war. Writing from his prison cell, he wrote:
Whenever the Psalter is abandoned, an incomprehensible treasure vanishes from the Christian Church. With its recovery will come unsuspected power.[1]
Bonhoeffer, even as he built his underground seminary in defiance of the Reich, taught his students the Psalms, not as an academic exercise, but as a survival skill. He taught them the Psalms to teach them how to pray. He taught them the Psalms to teach them how to be a community when everything around them was collapsing. The Psalms, he believed, were a treasure. They are honest prayers, sometimes joyful, sometimes utterly broken. They are raw. They are real. They come from the gut.
And here we are, in this season the church has set aside for our honesty before God and we come to perhaps the most beloved of all the Psalms.
Psalm 23 is so familiar that we are in danger of not really hearing it at all. We’ve heard it at bedsides and gravesides, at weddings and in moments of personal crisis. We may have memorized it as a child. But this very sense of familiarity can become a fog that prevents us from encountering its power freshly.
Over-familiarity does three things to us. First, it causes us to take something for granted, we stop noticing it, stop being grateful for it. Second, it robs us of a thing’s deeper purpose and meaning. We become laissez-faire: casual, indifferent, assuming it will always be there when we need it. Finally, over-familiarity produces what I call value-drift. Whatever it is we once cherished simply doesn’t mean as much as it once did.
So, this morning, I want us to dig in and marinate in this Psalm. This is a Psalm for Lent precisely because Lent is about waking up to our need, our brokenness, our frailty, and the astounding grace of a God who does not abandon us. Listen, then, with new ears. This is the Word of the Lord:
PSALM 23
The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
Initially, we note there are two figures in this poem. There is the one who prays and there is the Shepherd who watches but who is also a Host, a generous table-setter, who appears in the psalm’s second half. Holding the whole poem together are three great movements: God as Protector, God as Provider, and finally a declaration of Praise and Trust.
Let’s begin by looking at God as Protector. Notice that this Psalm is saturated with verbs, God’s verbs. He makes. He leads. He restores. He leads again. He comforts. He prepares. He anoints. These are not passive observations. These are active, working descriptions of a God who is on the move on our behalf. Every verb in this Psalm is God reaching toward us.
And then, and this is the moment I want you to feel, there is a sudden, breathtaking grammatical shift right at the heart of the poem. In verses 1 through 3, the Lord is spoken of in the third person. He is myshepherd. He leads me. He restores me. But then, in verse 4, there’s a shift:
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me.
Do you hear it? We move from He to Thou. We go from speaking about God to speaking to God. We move from being at a distance to an embrace. The Psalmist has been describing the shepherd from afar, and then suddenly the shepherd is right here next to us, speaking to us directly. It is one of the most intimate movements in all of Scripture.
In the ancient Near East, a shepherd’s life was not romantic. It was dangerous, demanding, and at times, boring. Sheep, as any farmer will tell you, are not particularly bright creatures. They wander. They stumble. Sheep do not see too well. They require relentless oversight. Here in upstate New York, you may have seen a flock of sheep on a hillside pasture, and they look peaceful enough, but a shepherd knows better. There are gaps in the fence. There are dogs that run wild at night. There is always the question of where the grass is good.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
The shepherd knows the terrain. He leads the sheep to the patches of good grass because he knows where to look. He leads them to water that is calm and still enough to drink from without fear. And when the sheep will not rest on their own, the shepherd makes them lie down. He insists on their rest, even when they resist it.
The shepherd also carries a rod and a staff. The rod, a heavy club, was for defense against predators. The staff, that iconic crook, was for drawing the wandering sheep back into the fold. These are instruments protection and correction; they are instruments of love. They bring comfort.
But now we come to the center of this Psalm, and the center of our Lenten focus.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
The phrase is sometimes rendered “the valley of deep shadows.” It is not merely a poetic description of dying; it is an image of any darkness so thick and heavy that it seems to have substance. You know that type of valley of shadows, don’t you? Maybe you are walking through it right now.
Perhaps it is the darkness of a diagnosis, those words a doctor said that rearranged everything, and now the shadow of that reality falls over every ordinary day. Perhaps it is the darkness of anxiety, that low, grinding, relentless cloud that doesn’t lift, whether its source is a hurting relationship, a financial crisis, a child who has walked away, or simply a sense that something is deeply and irreparably wrong. Perhaps it is the darkness of grief, still raw even years later. Or the darkness of feeling invisible, of being in a room full of people and feeling entirely, utterly alone.
Lent names that darkness. Lent does not pretend the valley isn’t real. The ashes of Ash Wednesday were honest: “Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.” Lent looks the shadow in the face and does not blink. And then it says this:
For thou art with me. You are with me.
Not He is with me. Not the Lord is with me, at a safe theological distance. It says Thou are with me – You, right here, right now, in this valley with me.
This psalm is not about the absence of darkness in our lives but is all about the presence of God in that darkness. It is not about rescue from the valley of shadows but our Lord’s companionship through it. God does not promise us a life without shadow. God promises us something better:
I will be with you in it.
That is the promise at the heart of Lent, and at the heart of the gospel itself. And then the Psalm turns and surprises us completely.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
The imagery shifts from shepherd to host, and this is no ordinary hospitality. In the ancient Middle East, to receive someone as a guest in your home was to take on full responsibility for their safety and their welfare. When Abraham received his three visitors beneath the oaks of Mamre, he immediately slaughtered a calf and set a feast before them. When Lot welcomed the angels into Sodom, he placed himself between them and the violence of the city. A host, in that world, was a sanctuary. A host was protection made personal.
And here is God, not as the recipient of our sacrifices and offerings, but as the Host who sets the table for us and then serves us. God does this in the very presence of our enemies. In the middle of all that threatens us, the God of the universe spreads a table and says: sit down. Eat. You are my honored guest.
And as if that were not enough, God anoints our heads with oil, a public act of dignity and worth. In a world where the people around us may overlook us, diminish us, or simply fail to see us, God says: I see you. You matter. Your cup is not half-empty; it runs over.
This is the lavish, almost reckless generosity of God. And it is not reserved for the strong or the spiritually accomplished but it is a table set for the weary, the wounded, and the wandering. And now, having been led, protected, accompanied through the valley, and seated at the table and honored as a guest, what else is there for the psalm to say?
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.
This is not wishful thinking. This is not naive optimism. This is a declaration of praise forged in the valley, a trust that has been tested and has held. It is a declaration of confidence from someone who has walked through the shadows and found, on the other side, that they were not alone.
Beloved, where is your valley this Lent? Where do you feel abandoned, threatened, afraid? Where is the shadow falling heaviest in your life right now?
And now, let me ask you something deeper: What would it feel like to truly know you are not alone, to know that Thou art with me? What would change if you allowed that promise to soak all the way in?
This Lenten season, I invite you to meet God in your valley. Walk with the Lord, speaking directly to him as friend to friend, because that what Jesus calls us. The Shepherd is not waiting for you on the other side of the darkness. He is already in it, walking with you, rod in hand, calling your name.
For you are with me. Thanks be to God. Amen.
© 2026 by Patrick H. Wrisley, Pastor, First Presbyterian Church of Glens Falls, 8 West Notre Dame Street, Glens Falls, NY 12801. Sermon manuscripts are available for the edification of members and friends of First Presbyterian Church of Glens Falls, New York and shall not be altered, re-purposed, published, or preached without permission. All rights reserved.
[1] Dietrich Bonheoffer, Psalms: The Prayer Book for the Church (Minneapolis: Augsburg Publishing Co., 1970) 26.


