By: Kandy Persall From outward appearances, the terra cotta lump is merely a bulk of clay. Indeed the pliable mud is no better than any other, consisting only of sand, silt, water, and finely crushed minerals. This ordinary adobe bears the destiny of becoming another piece of unremarkable pottery. The only difference lies in the hand of the potter. If the artisan is skilled …
An ordinary package — taped, addressed, and covered with postal stickers. An ordinary journey — traveling by railcar the 229 miles from New York City to Washington D.C. An ordinary postal worker — delivering the package from his satchel, from which he had delivered so many others. Yes, almost everything about this package was conventional for the USPS — …
Within your home you have a key To wealth and riches deep. Yet count we not, its value low Cut-rate, substandard, cheap? For worth indeed is never priced The display to impart. But only by the treasure held Within our inner heart. On special days, we mention of Religion and such things. But distant, vague, and far from mind Is He, our King …
I stopped singing and looked around me. Almost every voice were mouthing the words, “Break my heart for what breaks Yours.” How many of us meant it? Did I? The pastor spoke about a desire to know Christ (Philippians 3:10). “Preceding the power comes the sufferings.” How many of us want to know Him enough to endure? As I exited that …
