I sat licking my spoon. The ice cream was really good. So was the sermon. Cusick was not referencing Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John…
I would like to hear from you. What formed your ideas of heaven? How did you learn what you know?
Lord, you know me intimately: my then, my now, my after – as you know all that is in the universe.
I went to a Supper to taste the Christ, I was so hungry for him. So very hungry after months of vacuity, and when I received the bread he was suddenly there, in me.
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
We can analyze and dissect the power of our words all we want – but the essence of faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.