After 2 Samuel 18
The slaughter of battle
is great that day,
thousands falling
to sword and lance
and knife. The dead
lie in heaps, wasted
piles of life destroyed.
And yet, in spite of
sword and lance and
knife, it is the forest
that consumes more
than the battle,
the forest with
its trees and logs and
pits and ditches and
streams and rivers,
the forest capturing
warriors and showing
no mercy.
Photograph by Sebastian Unrau via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Sunday Readings
Who Is Rich and Who Is Poor? – Eric McLaughlin at Mere Orthodoxy.
Chilling Time – Kelly Keller at Story Warren.
It Doesn’t Matter What You Remember – Tim Challies.
Where is God’s Love When Life Goes Wrong? – Seth Porch at Desiring God.
The Burial of the Faithful – poem by Benjamin Myers at First Things.

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