I shared some reflections a few weeks ago. Although I've been a Bible learner and disciple of Christ for many years, I do not yet have this walk figured out. It's filled with missteps and mistakes, and even when I re-read some of my prior posts, I can see how I could have represented the truth more fully and adequately. It is humbling to know that God still brings truth even in our tiny bit of understanding.
Today, we start a Bible study I've refused to write for months. It is a chapter out of my dark soul and a testament to the bright communion God showed me over a long, swarthy night. I know I need to sit still and get some of the messy, messy work God has graciously done down on paper. I dread it and welcome it all in one.
In those days, kings and wealthy people created gardens as private places of leisure and intimacy with privileged friends. Such places were not open to be viewed or trampled by the general public. Likewise, in an arid climate, fountains were used to provide the water that was necessary for a garden to produce its lush growth. Such precious water could not be freely distributed to all without depriving the garden of its resources, and so it was sealed.
