Susan LaffertyThey dropped a crate off the truck onto our driveway. We all heard the discordant scream. Loud and clear.
Our piano.
Wrapped with care, months before, during our year in the USA.
Placed in a wooden crate. Nailed shut.
Loaded into a ship container with the rest of our belongings.
Word of God in the mouth of the prophet. Sweet to the taste. Like honey.
So says Ezekiel. David. And the apostle John.
Word of God, eaten. By Jeremiah.
The words He gives sometimes hit strong with judgment. Jarring.
But even there, sustaining. Healing.
In a world that groans to be made right again.
Immediately. The word rises off the page. In the Gospel of Mark.
Chapter after chapter.
His straight-forward style communicating. Sudden change. Right away.
Immediately.
