A symbol of hope in the midst of a plague. Each of the tribes of Israel are reprsented by a budding staff. Wood that was dead starts to grow afresh.
The aren’t barriers between God’s disasters and natural disasters, God made nature and set it in motion.
The people remain terrified of death, of God, of their predicament, despite the sign of hope.
I’ve been swamped by a feeling of meaninglessness as I attended an after may when my birthday and that of my oldest son occur. He is a challenging and quietly suffering fellow who drains things of meaning – he can’t help it.
Open my heart to hope father. Don’t let him, or me, despair.