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