Surely, it is God who saves me; I will trust in him and not be afraid. For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, and he will be my Savior. One morning, as I walked the carefully made labyrinth at All Saints, I prayed the Canticle from Morning Prayer, The First Song of Isaiah, BCP p. 86. I didn’t have the song memorized, so I carried my cellphone, its prayer app glowing with that morning’s readings. As I moved along the winding path, the Canticle unfolded for me in a