Susan LaffertyOne topic frequently showed up in my conversations with neighbors and friends in our season serving in the tropics.
The spirit world.
Most lived their lives governed by underlying fears. And practiced appeasing or diverting evil spirits.
Rituals. Amulets. Power rings. Strategically-placed offerings.
And memorized prayers whispered in Arabic.
Beggars at the gate take their chances.
And decide, whether it means food or death, they’ll surrender.
They’re going to die anyway in the midst of siege and growing scarcity.
So they head to the enemy’s camp.
Restlessness rumbling. Grumbling.
Surfacing from somewhere. Deep.
An itch to move stirs my search for other settings.
Wondering if and when we’ll leave this place for another.
