Susan LaffertyFamine. It’s coming.
An odd theme to consider in the middle of Thanksgiving season. But there it is. In my daily Bible reading.
Amos the herdsman delivers this word of the Lord. To a people nonchalant. Complacent. And ultimately resistant.
Unwilling to repent.
And this is no scarcity of grain in lean years. Nothing like the famine of Joseph’s day.
Light. I don’t truly consider its absence. Until one memorable experience. During middle school.
Our family is in America on stateside assignment at the time. And touring historic sites or natural wonders across several states.
Then, one day, we’re standing in a large cave.
Lights all around.
Until someone turns them off.
Sometimes troubles flow. Underneath.
A running series of concerns. Questions darting here and there.
Waking in the night. Persistent through the day. Disquiet, rhythmic.
Children’s needs. Aging parents. Friends’ struggles.
Natural disasters. State of the world.
Future plans, uncertain.
You name it.
