Chained

The plethora of voices fueling our actions are like intertwined chains shackling us to our fixations.

We kick each other's shins due to undisclosed perceptions.

If I suddenly hit your shin with heavy duty Doc Marten's, you'd probably punch me in the nose.

If I abruptly hint that I need to squash your shin because a scorpion is poised to sting ... you'd probably buy me lunch.

Our chains must be subdued by clarity.

This is  where the Word of God does its best punch.

Photography: Benny Dychangco / Medan, North Sumatra

Photography: Benny Dychangco / Medan, North Sumatra