It rsquo s a quiet riverside park on a Saturday afternoon Joggers pass by fishing rods whirl seagulls fight over fish and chip wrappers and my wife and I sit watching the couple They are dark-skinned maybe in their late s She sits gazing into his eyes while he without a hint of self-consciousness sings to her a love song in his own tongue carried on the breeze for us all to hear This delightful act got me thinking about the book of Zephaniah At first you might wonder why In Zephaniah rsquo s day God rsquo s people had [... more]