by Drew Humphrey
We all have images that are seared into our memories. In some cases, these may be beautiful images—like the sight of one’s bride walking down the aisle or the view from the top of a mountain on a crystal clear day. In other cases, these may be awful images—like the newsreel of a terrorist attack or the unwelcome appearance of a loved one in a casket. Images have a way of sticking with us. They live on, long after the eyes have first taken them in. Ezekiel was a man who understood this truth well.