A reflection on Psalm 14:
The whisper in the back of my head sounds like this…
They have all gone astray, they are all alike perverse; there is no one who does good, no, not one.
I see, I feel their faults… I watch news, I see the hate, the violence, the division. I know these faults because my own faults all too well.
In the darkness, in the doubt, I know the cry, ‘There is no God.’