Where is God to be found?

During difficult days in the midst of tragic times, when darkness looms and tears flow in unwelcome abundance,

when divine intervention seems to be the only remedy. Where might one seek divinity? One answer,

and perhaps the best answer, involves a surprising amount of flesh and blood. This is a story about love. Not romantic love, though that's here as well, but kindness,

generosity, humility, protection. The kind of love the ancient Hebrews called chesed, an enchanted

decision in which acts of devotion go beyond the

requirements of duty.

This, they said, was Yahweh's love.

But you could find it in his people.

I'm Justin Gerhardt.

Welcome to Holy Ghost Stories.

...you know. Let me go into the fields.

Ruth looks at Naomi, the lines of grief carved on her mother-in-law's face, her unfocused eyes,

a mirror of the sadness Ruth feels.

Two women walking through the fog of loss, both widowed, both childless,

Naomi's son's dead, Ruth's never born, her young husband

taken in his prime. And now, now they're back from Ruth's native Moab, newly arrived in Naomi's

hometown of Bethlehem. But why? The rains have returned, replenished the wadis

and streams, resurrected the fields, but the rains have not brought back Naomi's friends and

neighbors, the ones from years ago before she left, the lives extinguished by starvation. Ruth couldn't blame Naomi for wanting

to leave Moab. The place had become a graveyard, haunted by the ghosts of those she loved. And

Bethlehem was Naomi's home. Surely Ruth must have assumed before they left,

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