(credit: Varsha Salome)
Roll Jordon, roll!
Years ago, I read a story in the Reader’s Digest which went like this: A farmer was in urgent need of a pick-axe and he knew that his neighbour many miles away had one. However he was filled with doubt as to the neighbour’s disposition and wondered whether he would part with it; and as he neared the neighbour’s house, he was convinced that the neighbour was going to make a fuss. So our man worked himself to a frenzy and when finally the neighbour opened his door yelled, “you can keep the bloody pick-axe yourself”; his neighbour saw stars!
Likewise, we too might worry ourselves silly as to how we are going to cross the Jordan river. It is instructive to note that the river parted only when the priests’ feet touched the water!
Step into the water!
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*16 June, setting 1 January as Day 1