Il bastone che fiorì nel buio | Numeri 5.2

The plague was already on its way among the tents. And Aaron ran. He didn't walk. He ran. The high priest of Israel, censer in hand, among the dead and the living, trying to stop what no word could stop. The dead numbered fourteen thousand seven hundred. The plague stopped where Aaron stopped. And then God answered the most ancient question of the desert— who are you to stand above me? — not with fire. Not with the earth opening. With a dry staff. With ripe almonds. On a night when no one was watching. If you're on this journey, write in the comments: I AM HERE #BookOfNumbers #MeditatingOnTheGospel #Aaron #FloweringStaff #Bible #DesertOfGod