Two weeks ago, I wrote a blog post about friendship. I talked about Aaron and Hur in Exodus, holding up the hands of Moses when he grew tired, calling for the Aarons and Hurs of the world to step forward and be counted. In the days that followed, whether my friends knew it or not, whether they had read my blog post or not, I experienced deeper than I ever have before what it means to have an Aaron or Hur holding you up. When I hit the publish button on Friday 25th May, little did I know what the next 24 hours, and the subsequent days and weeks, would hold. [Click title to read more]
Letters From A Pastor's Kid 