Given, Taken, Restored
I quit trying to see it with my eyes. Seeing it with my fingers was much easier, and I figure that’s the day I went blind.
I quit trying to see it with my eyes. Seeing it with my fingers was much easier, and I figure that’s the day I went blind.
I bounce through the desert wilderness in my latest ATV. The terrain is bleak: empty hills of grey dirt to the horizon and beyond in all directions. It’s my favorite type of landscape: desolate — and Desolation is my favorite middle name.
A few months ago, my pastor asked if I would speak in church on Palm Sunday. I said sure. He promptly forgot and scheduled someone else. I found out on Friday the 11th that I was not expected to preach on Sunday the 13th. Rather than waste perfectly good sermon notes, I have published them…