The Steps of a Journey. . .
Tonight I was getting ready for our monthly church services at the Elkhart County Jail. I was praying for the Lord to give me words in case I was called to speak. In my minds eye, an image blossomed of two African boys standing next to one another. Looking like brothers, they are dressed in loin cloths and little else. The older one had something, a bead, maybe a small piece of carved wood hanging from a cord around his neck. The older one is maybe seven years old or so and the other at least two or three years younger. Their bellies are grossly distorted in the classic form of dire hunger. Their arms and legs, impossibly frail, cannot seem to support even their malignantly thin bodies. It's not a static picture. Flies are buzzing, their noses run. . .Their eyes pierce me. . . I don't know. I don't understand. Why are you showing me this Lord? What does this picture mean? A small voice in my head r...