Leaping Over Walls
For by You I can run against a troop, by my God I can leap over a wall. Psalm 18:29 Recently, a neighbor asked the question of a group of us of whether or not we had backyard fences when we were children, and how that might have shaped our thinking in any way. I felt it was a delightful and thought-provoking query and didn’t have to think long at all to come up with my own answer. (Likely, a few nostalgic memories will quickly cross your own mind as you read this.) I grew up in El Paso, TX where rock walls are common. Rock quarried from the mountain range that runs through the middle of the city is far more plentiful than trees in my desert hometown. Most neighborhoods have these solid fences, composed of large stones cemented into place, separating properties. For me, our stone backyard walls provided a sense of security when I played alone or with friends when I was small. Our backyards were havens where innocent childhood games were safely played within those protective barr