January 5, 2017

Message in a Bottle for an Island of Lost Souls

Mixing titles for The Police and Blondie here. It was one of those hard nights or should I say mornings. It was late. I was exhausted. But there was no way I was going to be going to sleep anytime soon. Sleep finally came, but it was interrupted quickly.

I sat there in bed next to my wonderful wife thinking "There has to be more to life than this!" And there is. American Christianity pales in comparison to what we read about in the New Testament. We're so full of ourselves, we've forgotten Jesus called us to die to ourselves so that we may live. Lord, have mercy on me!


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