Susan Lafferty“There’s a song in the air. There’s a star in the sky.”
It was always my favorite carol as a kid. At Christmas.
Years later. In a country with only a small percentage of believers. I was walking through a department store one day and suddenly stopped. Listened.
Christmas music was in the air. Playing over the sound system. Lyrics and all.
“…O come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord!”
People look at where you’ve been. Or where you’re headed. Noticing which trials have whipped or trudged through your life.
And then decide you’ve got unusual fortitude. Courage. Perseverance to endure.
“You’re so brave. I could never do that.”
I’m not so brave.
What happened? In the unknown, we wonder. What’s the rest of the story?
A specific encounter comes to mind. One seemingly orchestrated. Timely. A divine appointment with gospel flowing.
And genuine interest on her part. Hunger to know. In fact, she relates a series of events. That have brought her to this point. This place.
Sitting in my Karachi living room.
