Of course, this isn't the rock at Horeb, it's the rock at my cousin's home in Tucson. And Moses didn't need to strike it for the water to come out. None-the-less, there's something compelling about the idea of water flowing from a rock in the desert. And for me, at least, that ancient story of God yet again saving the Israelites, this time from dying of thirst in the desert, comes to mind.
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