In 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.

In 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.

God’s Word resounds with Who He is. In the details.
Rich and true. With bits and pieces interwoven. Connecting in surprising ways.
And along the path as we walk with Him, He faithfully teaches. Reveals. Counsels His children by the Holy Spirit.
So one day, I’m in the book of Zechariah. Noticing 30 pieces of silver.

“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.
