I close my Bible and push it across the coffee shop’s small table as far away from me as I can. The ugliness hangs around me, the depravity. I close my eyes and shake my head, trying to clear the images from the last chapters of Judges from my mind.
Gang rape. Murder. Brother turning against brother. More murder. More rape.
This is the Word of Lord?
[Thanks be to God.]
I'm starting a new series based on my study of the book of Judges. You can find the rest of this post over at A Deeper Church.