Susan LaffertyEmptiness grows. In the stained-glass halls of deluded prophets and shepherds.
Those who speak visions from their own minds. Of their own making.
Instead of delivering the true and unchanging Word of God.
Reading Jeremiah, I see this.
And watch how truth interrupts compromise.
In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.
He’s looking for devoted followers. Wholehearted. Wholly His.
Abiding day by day in the Vine.
To fight the good fight. And finish the race.
I watch this in brothers and sisters on the other side of the world. Their nation invaded. Future uncertain.
Yet they remain. Steadfast. Singing songs of faith.
