How does my belief in Christ make me different from the followers of other faiths? What does it really mean?
I started swinging by a neighborhood to look at the people that lived there, pray, and ask God if I was supposed to be involved. A love for the people was developing, and the area started to feel like home. I told God I would pursue living here and expect Him to redirect if this was the wrong way to go. He directed all right.
This morning my coworkers sat in a circle and shared a childhood adversity they had to overcome. Some were teased ’cause they were short; some were teased ’cause they were taller than the rest. More than one had to wear special orthopedic shoes that were UG-ly. One was bullied. What do they all have in common? They were all wounded by fightin’ words