Hopelessness and the Father Wound Mark Rantz
It was like any muggy Sunday afternoon in late August in north-central Florida. If you have ever been here, you’ll know that this time of year can be sweltering and physically draining.
It was 2016 and we had just moved to Ocala, FL to serve in a local Messianic congregation.
Our new apartment had a broken air-conditioner and we were at the end of a waiting list for it to be repaired. By the second day we were drained and decided to spend the afternoon at our local mall in hopes of finding relief.
As we sat relaxing with cold drinks in the lounge area, my thoughts wandered as I watched numerous people traversing from one store to the next.
Read the full article here: January ’23 Issue 17