Wrestle

Chapter 11   Wrestle   'The Lord will fight for you...’ Exodus 14:14   Read  Genesis 28:11-22 and Genesis 32:22-28 The footprints of history are deep, trailing lines in the dusty earth, script lines, lines to live repeatedly-without-thinking by, lines running back through time, lines first spoken in a garden long ago. Lie, manipulate, defraud and steal... Continue Reading →

Lines

Life gives us this script and we learn these lines by heart, habituating them, breathing them in through our lungs, drawing them into our veins, running them straight to our heart. And our heart beats in time to these lines laid out, weaving the future with the threads of the past...

Freedom and Choice.

So we have eight year olds smashing the faces of twelve year olds here, girls no taller than my shoulder posturing gangster hostility, here on this earth where people formed from dust forget their breath and treat each other like dirt. And this one little girl who fires up like a Don she cocks her hip and shakes her head and waves her finger and taunts the other children with violent glares and hostile words… and she is eight.

Called.

The thing is, underneath it all, so often we’re not sure. Not sure who we are, not sure that we’re valuable, not sure where to place our feet in all this whirling world.  Questions haunt the corridors of our minds, the edges of our identities, pouncing on us from the shadows when we find ourselves alone with our thoughts. Who are we? What does it all mean? Are we loved? Are we significant?

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