Cities of refuge and me
Numbers 35 has one of those laws that was jarring to me when I first read the Bible.
It deals with someone dying by accident. You push him out of the way of a falling piano, and he is run over by a bus; you throw a boulder from your roof into the skip below, where someone was looking for his contact lens. You’re innocent, so you go free. Right? Wrong. Run for your life to one of the ‘cities of refuge’. If you’re innocent, it’s life-long ‘city arrest’. Why?
