Growing up I saw the Bible as a collection of fairytales that taught me something about God. Today I am learning that all of history is really ONE story: HIStory.
The spiritually homeless are at greatest danger when life's storms arise. Helping the spiritually homeless requires those who would serve to risk something.
What better and more fitting analogy could there be for the "Son" than to call the source of life and light here on earth the "sun"? Perhaps God's intent was that as we speak of the sun we might pause and see the light (pun intended).
My prayer sounded something like this: “Lord, I’m not sure what she said to pray for right now. I don’t know what I’m asking of you or for what I’m listening. I think I’m praying for a word, one word, for where you would have me serve.” The answer to that prayer begins a one-year journey.