Sounds a bit contradictory, but today at the "Holy, Holy, Holy," I had in my mind's eye a kind of image of crowds of people in shelters around the south participating in various worship services. And I could really envision some of them giving thanks and praise to God for surviving the ordeals they had been through. I tried to unite my praise with theirs, as many of them said with Job, "'The Lord gives, and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord." I know there are persons who are that heroic, and in whom grace is that strong.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
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Sister,
I tried to write about this in my blog, but I ended up being longwinded and don't think I got the power of it across. You in your few short words have done a phenomenal job! Great post!
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