Fearless Faith

Will you let me be your servant?

 


I found myself in the most unusual place today, the ninth Sunday since March 14 that we have not gathered face-to-face at the church building. By noon, I was thoroughly at a loss as to what to share in that regard, so I did the only reasonable thing in the moment and climbed on the mower, the place where I mentally compose, then transfer to paper sometime later. Lest you take me to task for working on a Sunday, there is a healing aspect to mowing, part mental, part physical, and my occasionally belligerent back is thankful for the mower therapy that consists of bucking and bouncing over the un...



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