A shaft of sunlight beamed its way through the window, and like an arrow that hits the bullseye on a target, this beam of sunshine focused on the rear tire wheel well. And there it was – the tiniest dot of rust! What? I never noticed that before! But the sunlight exposed it.
Category: analogy
Mystery Mansion – Part II
As we gazed at the scene before us, we felt the floor begin to quiver and shake. We grabbed each other’s arms and were about to flee in terror, but a voice sounded, “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.”
Mystery Mansion – Part One
We ventured into “Mark’s Gospel Room.” The room had minimal décor, but the walls were covered with strips of paper from ceiling to floor with the entire gospel – minus chapter and verse numbers – in a lovely handwritten style on each strip. We read what we could, looking for our answers. Again, all to no avail.