Susan LaffertyCrowds. Criss-crossing street intersections. Train stations. Shopping malls.
In multiple directions.
Pressing up escalators. Hiking staircases. Moving ever forward into trains. Onto sidewalks. Through subways.
Crowds. In your face. Up close. Yet often silent. Solitary.
Eyes on their phones.
Looking down. Or away. Staring off into the distance.
Some days, when it can’t get any worse, it does. Leading to a complicated grief.
This tangled story of deception is not ours alone.
No. All along the darkening path, we meet others who know. And understand.
Night watch. Our God neither slumbers nor sleeps (Psalm 121).
And sometimes He wakes us in the night. To watch and pray.
I remember when the two emails arrived. One after the other. To our inbox in Karachi.
Same time. Same message. Traveling across the world. From opposite sides of the United States.
