Susan LaffertyChasing memories.
In a season crowded with reminders.
Decor. Music. Stories. Photographs. Taking us back.
We’re looking for a simpler time. Before complex issues came to our attention. And weighty matters entered the picture.
Before we knew.
Shepherd feet make paths. Up hills and through fields. As shepherds do what shepherds do.
Tending flocks. And keeping watch. Under sun and stars and moon. Alert for thieves and predators. Protecting the sheep.
And little do they know. Their ordinary feet are about to change. Into the extraordinary.
Beautiful feet.
Emptiness grows. In the stained-glass halls of deluded prophets and shepherds.
Those who speak visions from their own minds. Of their own making.
Instead of delivering the true and unchanging Word of God.
Reading Jeremiah, I see this.
And watch how truth interrupts compromise.
