I heard a story this week about a man we’ll call Mark, who got stuck on the interstate in touch and go traffic. During one long interval of stagnation, he glanced at the cars around him. The older green model to his right was inhabited by two little white-haired ladies in their seventies. As the ...
In Job’s Shadow
Job. The biblical synonym for loss. Suffering. Anguish. And tears. Lots of tears. None of us wants to walk in Job’s footsteps. Because to tread in Job’s sandals means pain. Soul-searing, cloth-tearing, head-shaving, ash-rolling, heart-wrenching pain that accompanies the loss of everything … everything you hold dear. So I won’t say I’ve been following in Job’s footprints ...
