from the word in the now.
How not to be able to use Scripture for death and destruction…
you know pharaoh is not God.
God works behind enemy lines. Don’t paint the enemy with one brush.
Spending the day in the church basement, the old poem surfaces with the question, How are the children doing? I remember the poet remembering the Masai elders dreaming little ones back into night action where trouble gets solved in its proper place. The kids come out ok in the morning, he said. Kasserian Ingera. The children are well. Returned to myself, then, returned to myself.