Sunday mornings at 6:30 I used to text the worship leader, sorry man, I'm out. It didn't bother me even a little. I was one of three guitarists, nobody had cast any vision to me, and I knew I was just the guitar player. Then I became the guy who gets the text.

Habakkuk 2:8 sounds like karma and it isn't. Karma is a system. This is a sentence about what people do: the remnant of the peoples, the ones left over, the survivors of what you did. They don't get organized, they just eventually get their turn. And usually they don't even mean it as payback. They're doing what somebody taught them was normal.

Anchored in Habakkuk 2:8. Part of The Waiting Season, a walk through the three chapters of Habakkuk.