Susan Lafferty“I don’t read the Old Testament,” she said. “I don’t like it. It’s too bloody.” She cited the blood of battle and sacrifice.
Her words followed my announcement that our small group would be studying passages in the Old Testament.
And I knew what she was talking about. You don’t have to read very far before there it is again.
Blood and sacrifice.
It’s 2013. I sit in the easy chair and contemplate upcoming travels. Across the ocean. Our way of life means moving back and forth.
And adjusting to changes between two different worlds. Parallel universes, really.
We are heading back into the intensity of culture and color and music that is South Asia. The constant calendar of religious festivals. The daily encounter with spiritual worship of every variety.
The relentless dust.
Picking through pieces of my journal, I come across a scattering of words. Spiraling down the page in quick succession. Heart cry detailing the inner work of surrender. Submission. Worship.
