Had a Red Letter Sunday yesterday. Got to dedicate baby Joshua Paul and see his extended family gather around him with love lighting every face and joy beaming out for all the world to see. It was a happy, holy moment.
Had several families away on vacation and still had a fine crowd. Signs of a maturing congregation. Signs of hope among what has been burned-over earth. Too many turf wars can reduce the happiest neighborhoods to rubble. Pray God those years of the past are gone forever and that we find ourselves in fields of verdant growth where all good things live and all evil dies.
So many blessings. No one name rises far above its neighbor's. All have their part to play and, thankfully, are playing it. God's lovely symphony. Long may its sweet song of salvation waft over our hungry community. If it's up to me, it will most surely be.
[Listening to Celine Dion sing 'Immortality' as I write these words. Do angels dare sing in her presence?]
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