A morning or two ago, I was reading Psalm 23 before Miles and I set out for our walk on the mean streets.
When I stopped to take this photo of our shadows (because I liked the way the latest addition to our found flatware 'set' showed up), it brought to mind verse four of that Psalm.
"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death..."
And then I recalled a story I heard years ago, of how one man explained this 'shadow of death' to a child.
I wish I could find the original source of that story for you in its entirety.
What I DO remember about it is that they were walking down a busy street as they spoke together.
A very large truck passed between them and the sun, casting a deep shadow over them for a few moments.
The man turned to the child and asked, "Would you rather the shadow of that truck passed over you, or the truck itself?"
I was awestruck.
I am going to die an earthly death, but because of the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ, I have been given eternal life.
The truck ran over Jesus.
Only the shadow will pass over me.