Sarah Miles captures the ache of home… the ache of the journey… the peace in the finding… and hope after days without water.
I don't want to lose "family"… I don't want to lose "community"… but the "wrong wrong wrong" things (as she puts it) become more of the battle than a real battle ever should be. Not that she is more right and I am more wrong, but that our declaration of war against each other, the rifts in doctrine, the idol of the Bible… I might not be right in many things, but I know I leaving much of it behind for the desert was the only thing I could do to survive.
I need you. You – the other. You – my brother. You – my sister. The Lord is here. OUR Lord is here… in this place… in the desert… come take bread with me?