Psalm 23

I grew up with a theology that divided people into 3 parts: body, soul and spirit. The spirit could be redeemed,  but the soul and body were suspect at best.
However, I believe in a God that created ALL of me- all my senses, all my feelings- and intended that to be a source of wholeness, not shame. With that mindset, I’ve recently re-evaluated Psalm 23.

“The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.” No denial of physical and emotional needs, but a shepherd who meets all of them.
“He makes me to lie down in green pastures” signifying being fed, and comfort.
“He leads me beside still waters” most of us have at one time or another drank brakish, warm,  unsatisfying water. But this is not where the Lord leads us. He takes us to the cool waters that quench our thirsts- thirsts for comfort,  beauty, music, art, etc.
“He restores my soul” (I’ll come back to this)
“Tho I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil” for me the biggest enemy of fulfillment and expression has been fear.
“For you are with me, your rod and staff comfort me” I grew up hearing how a rod and staff were tools of discipline, and limitation. But this verse is talking about comfort. Soothing. The safety of knowing someone is looking out for you.
“You prepare a table before me In the presence of my enemies” look anyone can pull bread and fish from a knapsack. But this is a table. Its a feast, even a party. Its food that’s not only nutritious but satisfying to body and soul.
“You anoint my head with oil” biblical anointing oil was soft on the skin and also smelled good (due to additions of myrhh and such.) It was also applied with a hand. We’re not talking about just dumping oil on someone here. We’re talking about touch, physical contact (in a completely non-sexual, healing way)
“My cup runs over” well,  we already have cool water, and its a feast so… this is probably wine.  (If you’d rather it not be, also ok) Wine tastes good, looks good, and makes you feel good. Its also a symbol of joy, and abundance.
“Surely goodness and mercy will follow me” mercy for my human failings. But goodness in the form of comfort to my soul and body: cool refeshing water, anointing, food that is also a feast, a cup overflowing with joy…
“And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever” this, THIS is where I chose to dwell. Where all my  God-given senses are acknowledged. Where my needs- physicial, spiritual and emotional- are valued, and met.
” HE RESTORES MY SOUL.” Not just my spirit,  or the spirtual part of me. But my senses, my body, my soul. The part that loves good food, bright colors, certain comforting things, and yes, an overflowing cup. He restores my soul.


Prince of Fools

Prince of Fools
(The Red Queens War: Book One)
Mark Lawrence

When an author writes a trilogy as good as Lawrence’s Broken Empire books, its easy to be skeptical about a new series. Can he do it again, with a new character and a different story? For Mark Lawrence, the answer is, “absolutely, yes.”

Prince of Fools opens in the same world as Lawrence’s previous books, in a different spot on the map and perhaps a different time (its not immediately clear, altho it becomes clear latet.) Jalan is the third son of the Red Queen’s third son. He shirks what little responsibility he does have in favor of gambling and whoring. He has some repute has the Hero of the Aral Pass (although that had more to do with luck than skill or heroism.) Jalan is a brat- a charming, spoiled brat. He is also broke, as his gambling has outpaced his income.
When Snorri ver Snagason shows up before the queen with tales of the undead rising, Jalan pays little attention. He is more interested in gambling on the Norseman in the fighting pits. Things don’t work out as Jalan hoped, tho.
In the wake of a tragic fire, Jalan and Snorri find themselves magically bound to one another. Jalan’s magic is light and fire, while Snorri’s is cold and black. Neither of them can go far from the other. Jalan finds himself reluctantly joining Snorri’s quest to return home to the North, to rescue his family and get revenge on the undead.
Along the way, Jalan and Snorri fight against both the living and the undead. They spend interminable days on foot, on horseback or on a ship. They spend their nights, when they’re lucky, in disreputable taverns. Jalan learns about Snorri’s past and the things that drive his quest. He also learns more about the magic that binds their paths.

There are certain things in Prince of Fools that Lawrence fans will recognize and enjoy. The clever, snarky writing is there from the book’s opening lines. The whole mythos (the general map, languages, religions, etc) is familar, too. While Prince of Fools may take place in a familiar world- and maybe even mention a few familiar names- its a whole new story, written in an entirely different tone.
Jalan and Jorg are both very anti-heroes, but they are very very different. Jorg was an outright bastard, driven by  immense purpose, nor caring what anyone thought and willing to kill at the slightest provocation. Jalan is a brat, almost entirely purposeless, charming, shallow, and afraid to fight.
But Lawrence got us to root for that bastard, and he gets us to root for this brat. He writes Jalan with enough humor and humanity that the reader starts to care for him. And where Jalan is weak and foolish, Snorri is strong and noble,  so a reader naturally roots for him.

Jalan may be the Prince of Fools. His story may be comprised mostly of travelling and fighting. But Mark Lawrence has written a compelling character and a non-stop story. It’s different from rhe Broken Empire books, but  -yes- its just as good. It may even be better.