Susan LaffertyIn the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.
“Do I need to wash and be clean before I pick up the Bible?”
Her sincere question reveals requirements. Certain rituals governing her life before this.
Now she’s in the early days of following Christ.
And eager to learn.
Eighth grade. My bike traveled smoothly, softly in the quiet. On the dirt path through bamboo forests.
Shaded relief from strong tropical sun on a humid day.
Freedom. Breeze lifting my hair.
Lacework of bamboo shadows flowing over me. With bits and pieces of bright sunlight.
Rest.
