I was sweating in bed, as one does on a June night in Chad, when I began to hear rumbling noises. My first thought was thunder, but it didn’t follow the typical thunder-and-lightning pattern.
I was sweating in bed, as one does on a June night in Chad, when I began to hear rumbling noises. My first thought was thunder, but it didn’t follow the typical thunder-and-lightning pattern.
I have always been steeped in the Bible. In childhood, daily Bible reading was encouraged and occasionally accomplished. I studied the Bible in youth group and argued about it.
When you hear the whispers of the still, small voice in the margins and gaps, may you slow, still and encounter God.
