Desert city sojourn.
And I wade in the book of Isaiah. Meditating on the prophet’s words. For months.
Soaking in these passages that sound familiar. Close to home.
Scripture speaks true. Pointing out rebellion.
And revealing His compassion.
Desert city sojourn.
And I wade in the book of Isaiah. Meditating on the prophet’s words. For months.
Soaking in these passages that sound familiar. Close to home.
Scripture speaks true. Pointing out rebellion.
And revealing His compassion.
“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom…” (Proverbs 9:10). I was a child with childlike faith, starting to read my new red Bible on my own.
And Proverbs was my favorite.
We walked into a solitary confinement cell at Alcatraz. Dark and small. With double doors to keep out any light. No way of escape.
The prisoners that were allowed to look outside or walk to the yard, had stunning views of San Francisco and the surrounding towns. Beautiful hills and shores.
But those in solitary saw nothing much beyond the confining walls of their dark cells.