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Ruth day 3: Come over

The midday sun hung heavy over the fields as Ruth tried to follow the workers' melodic dialect. Their story made no sense: a poor man who had nothing but a single lamb, who fed her from his own plate, dipping bread in wine before offering it to his pet? "But why?" Ruth's accent betrayed her confusion. She tilted her head, certain she had misunderstood. "He gave his food to an animal?" The reapers exchanged knowing smiles. "Not just gave," one...

Ruth day 2: Stay where you are

The copper light of sunset filtered through the open window as Ruth paused at the threshold, watching Naomi at prayer. Her mother-in-law swayed gently, arms lifted toward heaven, her whispered words carrying an intimacy that made Ruth’s heart ache. Strange, this God of Israel. No blood dripped from His altar, no screams pierced the dusk. How different from Chemosh, whose stone face had watched Ruth’s people sacrifice their own flesh and...