I looked at the jacket. If I took it, I’d just hang it in a closet at the nursing home. It would sit in the dark, smelling of mothballs until I died. Then Sarah would donate it right back to the same rack. History dies when you lock it away.
Category: perspective
Think About It!
They stopped up their ears, dragged Stephen out of the city and stoned him. While being stoned, Stephen looked up to heaven and said, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” Just before he died, he did an amazing thing!
Explorers and Excavators
My goal is to apply a spiritual connection between explorers and excavators of the world to explorers and excavators of the Word – to change one’s focus from worldly ambitions to spiritual victories.