Today’s office was not easy. Job.
My spirit is broken, my days are extinct, the grave is ready for me. If I look for Sheol as my house, if I spread my couch in darkness, if I say to the Pit, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My mother,’ or ‘My sister,’ where then is my hope? Who will see my hope? Will it go down to the bars of Sheol? Shall we descend together into the dust?”
This juxtaposed with Psalm 37:1-18: “Do not fret yourself because of evildoers; * do not be jealous of those who do wrong.”
And, finally, the saints day for David Pendleton Oakerhater, a Cherokee who fought battles against the US on behalf of his people who suffered multiple wrongs at the hands of private and public interests.
So are we supposed to fight evildoers or not fret over them?
The key it would seem is in the Psalm itself, in which David clearly places God on the side of the poor, the widow, and the orphan. This is surely what Saint Oakerhater did. And for this he spent sever years in prison under the worst possible conditions. Do not fret yourself because of evildoers. For, should you fret too much, you are not likely to pursue the works to which you are called.