"In all their distress he too was distressed, and the angel of his presence saved them" (Isaiah 63:9).
This verse recounts Israel's wilderness sojourn; a lifetime of trial and duress, danger and anxiety mingled with bursts of joy and hope--a paradigm of human experience everywhere. Does anyone know? Does anyone care that my life is hard? Is my struggle a sight unseen; my cries a noise unheard? Or is there a supreme carer, a divine presence who feels what I feel and travels with me every step of the way? To live in faith that this is so redeems existence. The trek becomes an enterprise.
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