Because we're all little reflectors giving off the light of what we love.
Friday, April 5, 2013
From Prison to Pulpit
I've never had tears well up at the words, "I grew up in a Christian home" (at least that I can remember) ... until I watched this (you'll have to watch until 7:45 to understand what I mean):
knowing that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your forefathers, not with perishable things such as silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ, like that of a lamb without blemish or spot.
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