“The perseverance of the saints consists in ever new beginnings.” ~ Alexander Whyte Staring like a morning zombie at the last bucket-sized mound of Minnesota snow in our backyard, I collapse on our family swing and enjoy the budding trees and chorusing birds. Ah, yes… Finally the semblance of spring! Why can’t every day be a bird-chirping, sit-in-the sun kind of day? Who invented stress anyway? How’d you do it, Lord? How did you bear the weight of the world, the sentence of shame and death, a teacher’s worst time-line (three years to turn your disciples into world-changers), without taking …
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