His shrieks could be heard day and night in the nearby village. The people of the village tried to shackle him – not to help him, but to silence him. But they could not subdue the wretched man. He gave up hope, UNTIL
Jesus stepped out of a boat and into the man’s tortured world.
It was time for the offering, and what I threw in was steep. I watched as the shoe man reached into pockets so deep. I saw what the shoe man put in. Then I heard a soft clink as when silver hits tin.
Early one morning when the sunflowers still had their heads bowed, and the golf course was still wet with dew, Terry and Patrick stood at the first tee.