Outside of the village was a spring with crystal clean looking water bubbling up and spilling over into a steam that rushed through the forest, around boulders, and swallowed up fallen trees. All of those who walked through the forest to make their way to neighbor’s huts or to forage for food knew about the spring. The serene sounds could be heard from a quarter of a mile away. Its crystal clear waters enticed the thirsty and weary to stoop down and quench their thirst while they rested on its banks. The spring was inviting, but no one dared indulge their thirst. All of the villagers knew that the spring was tainted, its waters foul, and if anyone dared to drink they would never forget the sickness that would seize them.
Archive for July, 2003
Works of Death or Lives of Faith
Galatians 2:15-21
Sunday, July 20th, 2003
Standing Alone
Galatians 2:11-14
Sunday, July 6th, 2003
She was fourteen. You all know the rocky terrain of being fourteen. It is mountainous and wooded and hard to find your way. It’s the place between childhood and adulthood. Not old enough to drive a car, but too old to look cool riding a bicycle. Too young to be out on your own, but too old to hang out with your parents at the mall. Fourteen is tough terrain to try and navigate. You need to fit in. You want to fit in. Where you fit in is of greatest importance to a fourteen year old.