Walls of Jericho stand tall. Towering.
Encircling darkened nations. Cities. Communities. Hearts.
Looming large and impossible in our eyes.
Stone upon stone. Holding firm.
In opposition to the gospel of Jesus Christ.

Walls of Jericho stand tall. Towering.
Encircling darkened nations. Cities. Communities. Hearts.
Looming large and impossible in our eyes.
Stone upon stone. Holding firm.
In opposition to the gospel of Jesus Christ.
Morning exercise at sunrise. Walking at a fast clip, tuned in to a podcast. Suddenly, there it is. Fragrance.
Distinct. Sweet. I don’t even have to look.
Honeysuckle.
Stopping, I turn and see. Down the the slope. A riot of honeysuckle blooms. Taking over the thicket.