A few nights ago, on a beautiful evening in Colorado, we opened our windows to a refreshing breeze of mountain air. We listened to the stillness, interrupted by the distinct sounds of howling.

We stepped outside. It is not entirely unusual for coyotes to howl in the open spaces of the Front Range that sweep up to the foot hill and the towering snow-capped mountains. But these howls were coming from the wrong direction. They were echoing from the streets of our neighborhood.

Bill Tinsley reflects on current events and life experience from a faith perspective. Email bill@tinsleycenter.com.

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