A Modern translation of Psalm 23, written shortly after I learned the transmission in my car will cost $1,200 to replace:
The Lord is my auto repair man;
I’m not worried about my car.
He steers me onto smooth pavement;
He makes sure my muffler is secure.
He fills my gas tank completely.
His GPS leads me where I have to go,
To the right places in my life,
The places that give Him glory.
Even though I walk through a valley of broken gears
It does not scare me.
For You are my Mechanic.
Your wrench and your socket comfort me.
You repair a transmission before me
Regardless of my doubts.
You pour gear oil over my head;
My fluid levels are full.
Surely smooth shifting and good mileage
Will be mine from now on.
And some day I’ll park this Neon
And walk on holy ground
Forever.
