The sun beats down mercilessly on the parched North Texas earth below. I inhale the salty, thick air and silently thank God for the invention of mango...
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In the Bible, the book of Kings tells a not so well known story of a young soldier who dies. His body is thrown into a cave, where the prophet Elijah’s bones also lay resting. When the young soldier’s body touches Elijah’s bones, he is immediately brought back to life.
While I am sure the rich theological context of this story is completely lost on me, there is still something so beautiful about being brought to life by "old bones".
While I enjoy hearing from young prosperous leaders who write books with mystical and catchy titles, there is something about working with a person over the age of 60 that is so uplifting. Listening to older volunteers has taught me so much about the journey towards justice--that the road is both arduous and long. My goal now is not to see big things fast, but to committ daily to a lifestyle of doing justice.
I am blessed to be brought to life and challenged in a new way by these “old bones”.