Put thy trust in God.

Like as the hart desireth the water-brooks

 so longeth my soul after thee, O God.

My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God

 when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?

My tears have been my meat day and night 

 while they daily say unto me, Where is now thy God?

Why art thou so full of heaviness, O my soul

and why art thou so disquieted within me?

Put thy trust in God

 for I will yet give Him thanks for the help of his countenance.

Psalm 41, though listed as 42 in the Coverdale Psalter from the Book of Common Prayer as quoted here.

This psalm is the most relatable to my prayer life. Perhaps it is false humility, or an honest profession. We all struggle with doubt; the great doubt of our own mortality and the question of where is He who sustains it?

Yet that same psalm answers my very question: put my trust in God, because though I might not hear His voice now it does not mean He speaks not to me but rather than I am not listening, and the day will come when I will hear His voice, just put my trust and faith in His providence and divine countenance. I hope you repeat those words in your heart as we face the difficulties our Church has faced and continues to: the perversion of God’s holy words and Sacraments. You might as well say to me: Cameron, why then use an Anglican translation of such a beautiful psalm?

Don’t worry. I am not going anywhere. Being the recent canonization of St John Henry Newman brought about, I wish to entrust this blog henceforth to his holy protection and intercession against the smoke of Satan which has entered our blessed Communion. That it be in this day and age that a group of our Christian brethren returned to their Mother, the Church, in such a large fashion so as to be granted the protection of their beautiful tradition – our beautiful tradition, with the remission of error and restoration of truth, perhaps it be so – I know it be so, with the rest of our world.