A world on the move. A caravan.
People so terrified they walk away from home carrying only what they can bear. A small backpack. A tote bag. A child.
An old person.
The things of this world weigh us down. The big wardrobe, the closet full of shoes. The extra coats and wine glasses.
Everything can go, jettisoned on the journey, except loved ones. We are walking each other home, through harsh terrain sometimes, carrying the weak and the weary. Being carried, sometimes on a chassis of prayer.
Praise God we are not headed towards a border where a welcoming committee of heavily armed soldiers awaits us. I pray for those who are on that perilous path right now, pray for peace, for kindness and compassion to drive out fear.
Don't let your hearts be troubled, Jesus said. Trust in me. He awaits us all with open arms. He's got our rooms ready for us, and we don't need to bring anything but ourselves.
Praise God.
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