Susan LaffertyNothing can separate us from His love. Nothing.
Death begs to differ. Disease and pain try to write a different story. The troubles in this world whisper hopelessness.
Loss. Division. Fracture. All attempting to question or deny His love, compassion, and care.
And yet. We dare to hope. Because of our Savior.
He writes the true story.
“We’ve found Him,” Philip says. Bearing witness. Talking about the Promised One.
And in the pushback from Nathanael, he doesn’t argue. But simply says, “Come and see.” [John 1:43-51]
Over the years, we sojourn in several different countries. Among various cultures and religious traditions. Doing life with new friends, we hear their stories. Share ours.
Over tea with a friend, I bear witness. Tell the most important Story in my life. About the Promised One who came. And changed me for eternity.
Simple earthen vessels. There they are.
Wading through laws in Leviticus, I see them. In the details. Amid ritual regulations for priests, Levites, and the people of God.
In these particular earthen pots, they boil the sin offering. That only priests may eat.
Their use is short-lived in the days of the Old Covenant. Bronze bowls can be scrubbed clean. Earthenware can’t.