Susan LaffertyOver the years. In various cultures. Conversations over tea build friendships. And open doors.
Our exchange moves from common everyday themes to the topic most essential.
And dearest to my heart.
Jesus.
Social media fires up and spreads the latest controversy. Rumor and riot. Running viral through the internet.
Conspiracy theories take on a life of their own.
And the web confuses. Disorients with half-truths. Often hurtful and hateful.
2020. And the pandemic spreads to the ends of the earth. We wait. And walk in constant change. Cancellations. Upheaval.
Those serving around the world are affected. Some caught in months of lockdown. Stopped at borders. Forced to leave. Or forced to stay in their home countries.
At times it feels overwhelming. As we grieve unexpected losses.
In the middle of it all, I’m drawn back to a familiar psalm of deliverance. Psalm 18. Detailing the sure and powerful rescue by the Almighty.
This time I read the first verse. Stop. And can’t move past it.
I’m compelled in that moment. To reach beyond grief. And dwell on the deep, deep love of my King. Lover of my soul.
