I’m intrigued by the story of the people of Gibeon who, seeing destruction on the horizon in the form of the relentlessly advancing Israeli nation coming out of the desert, decide to don some thrift-store thread bares and make like they’ve come from afar. In so doing, Joshua, the Hebrew leader, thinks these are actually NOT people slated for destruction (per God’s instruction) but just neighboring folks, so he makes a binding oath to leave them alone.
After the gig is up, and Joshua realizes he’s been duped, (and that it’s too late to reneg…being God’s reputation and all), the Gibeonites become their servants, which means they are now under Israeli protection as well. Continue reading “How much more?”
I’m writing this on the way out to California to visit our eldest and her family. One thing about typing on a computer in a jet flying through turbulent weather is that I will at least be able to read this later. Not quite so easy were I writing this longhand. (Although, that challenge sometimes applies to my handwriting with my feet on terre firma also…)
We’re kinda intermittently bouncing around up here, which reminds me of the time I flew to the Big Apple by myself to see our youngest daughter’s first art show. At that time, closing in on the airport brought us directly into the path of a thunder and lightning storm, reminiscent of the Midwest I had just left. It was something out of the beginning of a Steven Spielberg movie; foreboding Continue reading “Seatbelt sign on”