Susan LaffertyThe gospel. Never failing to amaze and confound.
I think about this at Vacation Bible School this summer. In a room full of kids hearing testimonies from those sent to the ends of the earth. Sent to share the Good News in places where He is not known.
Then we bring it home to where they are. Today. Sitting on a carpet in an air-conditioned church building.
Jesus came that they too might have eternal life. And we tell the way of salvation.
Little one. Growing in the dark confines of the womb.
Moving, turning, kicking, squirming.
And, one day, fighting the push through the birth canal.
Born into a bright new world.
We walk. Blue-skied afternoon. Fallen leaves swirling on the path. Picked up and scattered by the wind.
An after-Thanksgiving-dinner tradition, this walk takes us through shade and cold. To places in the sun. Beside the lake. Where water moves, reflecting rays.
Conversations and laughter accompany this walk. As we breathe cool air in the shifting light.
The evidence of God’s creation and Presence is all around us on that restful stroll through the neighborhood. And I think about the ways God speaks. Breathes. And moves.