Thoughts on Psalm 119
I discover an errant laziness in my soul. For when I am to read a chapter in the Bible, before I begin, I look where it ends. And if it ends not on the same side, I cannot keep my hands from turning over the leaf, to measure the length on the other side. If it swells to many verses, I begin to grudge. Surely my heart is not rightly affected. Were I truly hungry after heavenly food, I would not complain of meat. Scourge, Lord, this laziness of my soul; make the reading of your word not a penance, but a pleasure to me so I may esteem that chapter in your word the best which is the longest.