Why do we expect otherwise?

The Bible doesn’t lead us to believe it would be any different. That story moves from the expulsion from the garden to the first murder to slavery in Egypt to forty years in the desert. In the promised land Israel is surrounded by enemies and then forced into exile. Then John the Baptist is killed and Jesus is tortured and killed. So why do I, in name a Christian, so quickly complain when my life isn’t easy? As if the suffering were for Christ and only the resurrection for me.

Catholic Dad

I’ve got a quiverful of children.

The Bible calls them arrows

and me lucky

and I am.

Though I’ve a pretty good view

of the target, and pull the bow

the same way every time,

bends in the air

send the one a-high

and the one a-low

and dams back in

their beaver,

aquiver.

 

I duck myself when they circle around.

 

I practice.

I do practice.

But my son and my daughter

fly where they will.

Over and under but especially

under the hill,

they fly where they will.