Susan LaffertyCollege student on a flight. Me. Heading to the unknown.
Meeting up with the rest of the team in Seattle. Then we fly together across the Pacific Ocean to Taiwan. There we’re scheduled to serve for ten weeks in various cities.
Suddenly, people on the plane start exclaiming. Calling others to look out the windows.
Clear, blue summer sky.
And we’re flying over snow-topped Mt. Rainier.
Magnificent.
Eighth grade. My bike traveled smoothly, softly in the quiet. On the dirt path through bamboo forests.
Shaded relief from strong tropical sun on a humid day.
Freedom. Breeze lifting my hair.
Lacework of bamboo shadows flowing over me. With bits and pieces of bright sunlight.
Rest.
Satan lurks. Like a lion in the thicket.
Waiting to seize a victim.
Cursing, deceit, and violence fill his mouth. From generation to generation. Oppression and terror? His language and modus operandi.
But into that thicket of devouring and death comes the Good Shepherd.
Seeking the lost.
