If All You Can Do Is Crawl, CRAWL!!!
Fred and I worked together for a number of years as pastors. I love his work and family. Plus he has the heart of a true pastor. He is a published author with some good books out there, and a blog too, from which this post is taken. I hope you are as provoked by this piece as much as I was. You can always head to his blog for more. Enjoy the read They remain the most terrifying nights of my childhood years. We would be jolted out of our sleep by screams and traditional distress calls indicating that a family in the community had been attacked and their livestock stolen. The rest of the community would join in amplifying the distress calls. The cacophony would last anything from two to four hours. As the women kept the alarm bells ringing, the men would group and pursue the raiders. Sometimes they would recover the stolen animals but mostly they didn’t. When a homestead was attacked, there was little a family could do to repel the raiders; they were outnumbered and out-armed. Any atte...