The valley of the shadow death
Not the most cheerful subject to write or read about I’ll admit, but bear with me it does get better.
I came across this phrase the other day and those of you who have been to a funeral recently or read the psalms spasmodically will know where I saw it.
Usually, when we read or say this phrase we think of those whose time on this side of the grave is severely limited.
But when I re-read this phrase I realised that it also applies to those who are mourning great Aunt Flo. Surely they also are meandering and tottering through a pretty dark place with low-lying clouds and maybe even a bit of fog. My pet theory is that the trek through the valley of the shadow of death takes a minimum of two years. This is because you have to do the birthdays, anniversaries and Christmas’ at least twice so that you know what works and what doesn’t on these very potent days.
So when do we get to the good bit?
The good bit is how this psalm finishes. It concludes not by denying or shunning or pretending that this gloom is non-existent but gently points out that there is company along the way and the destination will be its own reward for the trudge. Here’s how it ends.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
forever.