O Lord in me, there is naught
but to your search revealed lies,
for when I sit
You notice it,
no less you notice when I rise;
The closest closet of my thought
has open windows to your eyes.
- From Psalm 139 of The Sidney Psalter, a 16th-century metrical rewriting of the Psalms into English poetry, by Mary Sidney
Note to My Readers: from mid-June to mid-August (6/18 - 8/20), I will be taking a summer break from posting new articles for my Thursday and Friday slots. This will only affect my Thursday series on the global growth of Christianity, and my Friday series, the "Theological Bestiary" of birds, both of which will resume in late August. During the summer, I'll be dusting off some of my best essays from the first few years of this blog (a decade ago), as well as my verse play "Thus Ends the World," and re-posting them in the Thursday and Friday slots. All other weekdays will continue to feature new material throughout the summer.