Thursday, December 30, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
The fountain had been still for too long during the drought but now sparkling cold water flowed in great waves, washing away the dust and despair. A man dipped his hat into the pool, pouring the water over his head and body.
When the woman came to the fountain, a chill came over the crowd and they stiffly parted ways to let her in. She seemed to ignore the snub, walking to the water and kneeling beside the flowing stream. She plunged her hands into the water and then drank from her cupped hands.
"What's she doing here?" The words rippled through the crowd. "She doesn't belong here."
Foreigner. Outsider. Stranger. Sinner.
"We are here to celebrate the end of the drought!" A deep voice hovered above the crowd and they turned eager eyes to the man standing on the back of the wagon. "We prayed for relief and God heard us. God heard us!"
The woman slowly rose, now standing at the edge of the crowd. She raised her hands above her head and began to sing, "My joy is in you, Lord. You are my joy and my life."
At first, others grumbled as she sang, but her voice was pure and clean, flowing out into the people. The words floated like morning mist but began to settle. Faces changed. Worry lines softened and scowls faded.
Then a man across the way lifted his hat into the air. He linked his voice with the woman's and they sang.
The words flowed through the crowd and others began to pick up the melody. Soon the crowd was singing, swaying slightly to the rhythm of the song.
"We are your people," the man on the wagon said loudly. "You are our source of joy and we are your people."
The drought of the land had ended with the rains but the drought of the hearts had begun to fade as well as the crowd joined together. "My source of joy is in you," was their new song.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
However, I have begun a new blog entitled A Writing Adventure, where I am trying to capture some of my random exploration in writing a mystery novel. My focus hasn't changed: to honor God is what I write and I have felt his call to this new field of fiction writing. Please join me at A Writing Adventure.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
This set-up is not the start of some spy novel but a true story about a Christian man who felt called to murder for a cause.
Does it make you uncomfortable that a Christian would initiate such a plan?
A few days ago, Gary Faulkner of Colorado was arrested in Pakistan on such a mission: he planned to assassinate Osama Bin Laden. We know his brother personally and have followed this story with interest.
The question is whether a Christian should concoct a murder. I don't know the answer but I found an interesting historical parallel.
My opening paragraph could describe Gary's mission - or another well-know Christian, Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Bonhoeffer was arrested in Germany in 1941 for planning to assassinate Adolf Hitler. Read an excellent article on his life here.
Bonhoeffer could have stayed quiet but chose to defend the Jews in Germany against Hitler's horrific plans - and died for his commitment.
Although I think we have to be careful not to give ourselves permission to break laws will-nilly, as followers of Jesus we follow higher laws. Who knows what we may be called to do - and what sort of commitment we may have to make?