Perhaps it is the oddity that I am writing this on the Monday before Thanksgiving or it is my proclivity to identify food with each passing holiday that, as I approach these texts, I find myself thinking of an­other text from Psalm 23: “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the Fourth of July and I am dreaming dreams of sugar plum fairies, turkey legs, chocolate bunnies, and barbecues. This is definitely a job hazard for clergy. Most congregations revel in putting to­gether various feasts. Of course, I have it all wrong. This is an embarrassment. This is definitely not what the psalmist had in mind. Perhaps I should not be doing this after I have run six miles and before lunch. It does not help in fixing my thought on a more excellent wa…