Walking in Shadow
“Is it enough?” this muslim asks,
“I cannot know until it is too late.”
Walking In Shadow from AIM On-Field Media on Vimeo.
Used courtesy Africa Inland Mission
Silent Night
The tense quiet was broken with the sound of:
“Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht, Alles schläft; einsam wacht.”
Huddled in frozen trenches a stone‟s throw apart, Scottish,
French and Germans strained to make sense of “Silent Night”
that Christmas Eve, 1914.
Clasping a Christmas tree, the man, much more at home in
the Berlin opera house, clamored up onto the field decorated
with the fallen he might soon be joining. Then one by one, leaving their weapons, enemies joined
the choir. French wine, Scottish beer and German chocolate
were swapped, sweetheart photos shared, prayers made
and war’s brutalities forgotten.
No Goodbye
One wintry London night, I walked into a little church.
Two hours later I walked out hand in hand with God. “Tonight you took my hand,” God whispered,
“I will never let you go,
I will never let you down,
I will never walk off and leave you.” Why these whispers from God?
Was it because the day I was born my dad walked out
of the rest of my life?
Someone walked out of your life?
A father, a husband, a friend, a business partner? Let you down? Let you go?