The idols of the heathen are silver and gold, the work of men’s hands. They have mouths, but they speak not; eyes have they, but they see not; they have ears, but they hear not; neither is there any breath in their mouths. (Psalm 115)
Each day, I recite the offices of Lauds, Vespers, and Compline. When I took my solemn vows as a Knight of Malta, I committed myself to these offices and, consequently, to reading long extracts from the Psalms. Like many things connected with religious vocations, I found something in the Psalms that provokes contemplation but can also be profoundly comforting. These ancient hymns of praise have many facets.
