I am so guilty of looking at the cross as little more than a decoration that hangs at the front of my church.
Without Jesus, all our walking is leading us nowhere.
Things seem pretty dark in this little spot where I am, where Jesus promised I would have the light of life.
The promise of God With Us is a promise for today.
Fear is so very far from the place of grace that God has for us.
Finally, they were all asleep. Up on the roof, the children had one by one succumbed to the darkness and the rhythm of Rachel’s quiet singing.
As Rachel closed the door behind her, her ears were filled with sounds of laughter and squeals.
Rachel could still taste the flavor of her mother’s bread– her bread– The Teacher’s bread– as she took her two youngest siblings’ hands and began the trek back down the mountain to the village. “Stay close now, everyone,” she instructed. “It’s getting dark.”
With the crowd all seated in groups now, Rachel had a much easier time making her way back to where her siblings and friends were waiting.
“Where’s your brother going?” Imma asked, coming to Rachel’s side.