I am up to my eyeballs in deadlines today–which is precisely why I need to take a break, and write about something that reminds me why I do what I do.
You can see them, can’t you? Beautiful, swift, sturdy as tanks–in every horse color. Long manes dancing in the wind–which, according to Bedouin insight–that wind of Heaven blew straight through their ears. They’re charging forward, not intimidated at all by the deep, hot sands beneath their hooves. Their riders are wearing white and a sea of jewel-tones. Their reins are decorated in gold, and silver–these heavenly messengers deserve to be adorned as the Angels, themselves. As this mighty cavalry pounds toward their destination, we humble observers are overwhelmed, for we have been allowed to witness a glimpse into the majesty, mystery and glory of God.