November walk. In leaves and gravel.
After feasting.
We walk in memory and laughter.
Remembering.
And relishing the company in cold air. Clear and true.

November walk. In leaves and gravel.
After feasting.
We walk in memory and laughter.
Remembering.
And relishing the company in cold air. Clear and true.

Sun beat down on flat roofs in long Karachi summers.
Electricity failed. Lines melted. Disconnecting and falling in the street.
The interior of our home was an oven. Climbing over 100 degrees at times.
We read of people dying in Chicago one summer. Why? Fans combined with heat above a certain temperature in their apartments turned those spaces into convection ovens.
Oh. We were getting cooked.

Rhythm and order. Discipline. With a pattern specifically laid out for God’s people in the Old Testament.
Daily. Weekly. Monthly. Annually.
With sacrifices. Sacred assemblies. Festivals.
Divinely-designed schedules. Reminding them to remember. And honor the Lord their God.
As a people set apart for His glory.
