The Cry of God

I read the Bible for a living. And for school. In small groups, big groups, and alone at my desk. And I read it on my couch in the morning, because I need to.

In a startling display of mental alertness, I actually noticed something. Among all the Old Testament wars, demanding prophets, and tales of an astoundingly miraculous man, something keeps repeating. Or rather, someone keeps repeating Himself. Over and over he says the same thing: Come.

Come and see. Come back. Come to the water. Return to me with all your heart.

Come. Home.

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