I climbed into bed and pulled the blankets over my head. I sure felt embarrassed at my inarticulate comments earlier that evening alongside those of the intellectual giants who’d triggered my thoughts and responses. Yes, I just wanted to hide.
Under the covers I let my imagination take me to the Jordan River. It had been a meeting place for me for a couple of weeks now. The waters were pretty deep and wide, but I felt steady on my feet next to John the Baptist with the water up to my waist. I had relived this scene a few times now. Jesus is walking along the riverbank, approaching us from the right. I follow John’s gaze as we watch Him coming closer. Almost without thinking I whisper to myself ‘behold the Lamb of God’.
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