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Letter
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If you're reading this, then read it again, Chillion. You're dull at times and—I want you to understand what I'm writing to you. I won't be coming back home tonight. I might not be back in a few days. Honestly, I don't know how long it will take but if there's one thing our father taught us, it was love.
The kind of love that keeps you up at night, working, thinking, and hoping. The kind of love that calls more out of you but makes you feel enough simultaneously. The kind of love that makes you feel so strong yet brings you to the knees of Yahweh. I think, scratch that I know that I have found that love. I have fallen foolishly and hopelessly in love with a young woman. I have also broken the vow we made to our father...
She is moabite. There is no working around it, there is no father who happens to have an Isrealite cousin, she is completely moabite but she is... my Ruth.
I know, you must think I'm insane or blinded with lust but I'm not I promise and I know that's exactly what a man blinded with lust would say but this is different.
She is different.
When I look at her, I feel as though I am beholding one of the many glories of God, when I am with her, I feel like I've found my companion in life, like I understand completely why my father looked at my mother like that even after all these years like stupid, touchy feely things, the ones only heard of in those ancient drunken love songs.
Ruth's life is in danger. I can't really go into detail right now, but there's no one to help her but me. I stayed up all night thinking what Elimilek would have done. If Naomi was in this situation and it was clear he would have done exactly what I am doing right now.
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