The problem of pain sits in shadows. Valleys. Sometimes hidden.
Walking by faith, we navigate broken streets. And journey with hurting people.
Face to face with a biblical reality.
“For we know that the whole creation groans…” (Romans 8:22 NASB).
The problem of pain sits in shadows. Valleys. Sometimes hidden.
Walking by faith, we navigate broken streets. And journey with hurting people.
Face to face with a biblical reality.
“For we know that the whole creation groans…” (Romans 8:22 NASB).
Tennis. I took lessons once upon a time. During my elementary school years. Early morning lessons to avoid the tropical midday heat of Surabaya.
I learned how to hold the racket. Practiced forehand and backhand. And remember this advice, “Keep your eyes on the ball.”
Somehow watching the ball instead of the court and other players and my racket meant I had a chance of hitting it across the net.
It’s 2013. I sit in the easy chair and contemplate upcoming travels. Across the ocean. Our way of life means moving back and forth.
And adjusting to changes between two different worlds. Parallel universes, really.
We are heading back into the intensity of culture and color and music that is South Asia. The constant calendar of religious festivals. The daily encounter with spiritual worship of every variety.
The relentless dust.