Do I eat because I am hungry, or do I eat because the clock flips to twelve o’clock? Am I motivated because of the internal or because of the external? Do I function on body time or by mechanical time?
Life is not fair. How often did my mom remind me after I returned home from yet another day of childhood injustice?
God created a covenant with a human. And I have absolutely no idea what that means. What is a covenant? Why would he create one with me?
I sat in a wooden pew. Candles lit the altar and illuminated the shadows of the ornately cavernous chapel ceiling. Organs and bagpipes sang traditional songs, and a radiant woman dressed in white walked expectantly down the long aisle on the arm of her father, who smiled with both joy and sadness.
Raised high, a muscled arm and calloused hand holds a knife, sharp and glinting in the afternoon sun. In one quick, steady motion, the arm thrusts downward, and the blade finds its mark on the spine of the lamb.