In 2017 we hammered down the tent pegs again. Starting what we thought would be a long season of doing life with a vibrant body of believers. Setting up our home and settling in to a new rhythm of ministry. Stability.
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In 2017 we hammered down the tent pegs again. Starting what we thought would be a long season of doing life with a vibrant body of believers. Setting up our home and settling in to a new rhythm of ministry. Stability.
The sand was slippery. Soft. Shifting as we plunged through it to our tents by the river.
Not just any river. The brilliant blue-green water rushing by this camp was the Ganga, otherwise known as the Ganges. Worshiped by millions of Hindus.
“I don’t read the Old Testament,” she said. “I don’t like it. It’s too bloody.” She cited the blood of battle and sacrifice.
Her words followed my announcement that our small group would be studying passages in the Old Testament.
And I knew what she was talking about. You don’t have to read very far before there it is again.
Blood and sacrifice.