### 𐑯𐑴𐑑 𐑪𐑯 𐑞 𐑑𐑧𐑒𐑕𐑑 𐑞𐑦𐑕 ·𐑖𐑱𐑝𐑾𐑯 𐑑𐑮𐑨𐑯𐑟𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑼𐑱𐑖𐑩𐑯 𐑝 ·𐑝𐑻𐑡𐑦𐑤’𐑟 𐑒𐑤𐑨𐑕𐑦𐑒 𐑢𐑪𐑟 𐑐𐑮𐑪𐑛𐑵𐑕𐑑 𐑓𐑮𐑪𐑥 𐑩𐑯 ·𐑦𐑙𐑜𐑤𐑦𐑖 𐑑𐑧𐑒𐑕𐑑 𐑩𐑝𐑱𐑤𐑩𐑚𐑩𐑤 𐑦𐑯 𐑞 𐑐𐑳𐑚𐑤𐑦𐑒 𐑛𐑴𐑥𐑱𐑯, 𐑢𐑦𐑗 𐑒𐑨𐑯 𐑚𐑰 𐑓𐑬𐑯𐑛 𐑣𐑽. 𐑞 𐑤𐑲𐑯 𐑯𐑳𐑥𐑚𐑼𐑟 𐑸 𐑯𐑪𐑑 𐑜𐑨𐑮𐑩𐑯𐑑𐑰𐑛 𐑑 𐑥𐑨𐑗 𐑧𐑯𐑦 𐑨𐑒𐑩𐑛𐑧𐑥𐑦𐑒 𐑯𐑳𐑥𐑚𐑼𐑦𐑙 𐑝 𐑞 ·𐑤𐑨𐑑𐑦𐑯 𐑑𐑧𐑒𐑕𐑑, 𐑚𐑳𐑑 𐑸 𐑦𐑯𐑑𐑧𐑯𐑛𐑩𐑛 𐑑 𐑕𐑻𐑝 𐑨𐑟 𐑩 𐑒𐑩𐑯𐑝𐑰𐑯𐑾𐑯𐑑 𐑮𐑧𐑓𐑼𐑩𐑯𐑕 𐑓 𐑒𐑩𐑥𐑿𐑯𐑦𐑑𐑦 𐑓𐑰𐑛𐑚𐑨𐑒, 𐑥𐑴𐑕𐑑 𐑐𐑼𐑑𐑦𐑒𐑘𐑩𐑤𐑼𐑤𐑦 𐑓 𐑦𐑥𐑐𐑮𐑵𐑝𐑥𐑩𐑯𐑑 𐑝 𐑞 𐑑𐑮𐑨𐑯𐑟𐑤𐑦𐑑𐑼𐑱𐑖𐑩𐑯. 𐑞 𐑤𐑲𐑯 𐑯𐑳𐑥𐑚𐑼𐑟 𐑸 𐑡𐑧𐑯𐑼𐑱𐑑𐑩𐑛 𐑓𐑮𐑪𐑥 𐑞 𐑮𐑲𐑯 𐑚𐑮𐑱𐑒𐑕 𐑝 𐑞 𐑑𐑧𐑒𐑕𐑑 𐑛𐑬𐑯𐑤𐑴𐑛𐑩𐑛 𐑓𐑮𐑪𐑥 ·𐑜𐑵𐑑𐑩𐑯𐑚𐑼𐑜. ...

You can never have too many Psalters. This year I set out on a 10-year journey to commit all 150 Psalms to memory. As Psalm 77:10 reads in the Greek (LXX): Now have I made a beginning, this change hath been wrought by the right hand of the Most High. I began preparations for this pilgrimage in the fall of last year. I had strong concerns I simply did not possess the requisite memory abilities to achieve my ambitious goal. I have always been dismal at remembering song lyrics, but I counted a glimmer of hope in my ability to recall movie quotes. I suspected some of my potential had been crippled by the progressive surrender of my faculties to the power and convenience of technology—a kind of iPhone and Google induced mnemonic atrophy. ...

This is the first in a series of articles in which I will chronicle my pursuit of memorizing Scripture. I want to discuss methods and transparently reveal my successes, failures, and the impact the exercise has on me. I say exercise, but lest you think this is a mere didactic curiosity of mine, know that I am integrating this into the fabric of my life as a defining habit. Perhaps you recognized that the title of this article is the opening line of the Psalms. I have always been captivated by Psalm 1—perhaps because it provides the thesis for the whole collection, or perhaps because I struggle to engage and stay motivated through all the psalms (something that has changed dramatically for me recently). My determination to memorize Scripture is a product of much reflection on the content of Psalm 1. Let’s have a look at how it opens. ...

Inasmuch as many have undertaken to compile a public record of their most vain thoughts and superficial opinions, erecting them as public monuments in the digital forums—the volume of the visages, the immediate thing written, the chitter-chatter of the aviary, the sounding of the passage of time—it seemed good to me also to write a contrary account of that which I have seen and heard while seeking the way that leads to life and truth, so that you might meditate not on things that are on earth but on things above. ...