Susan LaffertyLight falls. Through the archway. Across timeworn stones.
We sit in cool shade. Island breeze, soft. The old city, silent.
Footsteps echo in narrow passageways. Against ancient walls. In Malta.
Climbing uneven steps, we look out across a valley. Small villages scattered here and there. White houses. Flat roofs.
These stretch out to a defined edge. On the Mediterranean Sea.
Soul exhaustion sets in. Unexpected.
Byproduct from observing those who scorn the cross. And reject the gospel.
Stone heart resistance catches my breath.
So, I pray.
Make obedience a burden. Something to dread. Avoid. That’s what the world tries to do.
In today’s idol listings, personal fulfillment and independence rise up. Insisting we not be tied down. Or restricted by God’s commands.
“Too many requirements,” the world says.
