I love a celebration – but sometimes in the hurry and scurry meaning is lost. What remains (and was there before) is a whole lot better. Chocolate bunnies and plastic baskets are done. What’s left? The miracle and the sacrifice. I’m pondering these things…
Our good friend and pastor in California recalled the following story when his oldest daughter was six… His wife couldn’t pick her up from school and had asked Larry to get her. Realizing he was running late he got over to the school…
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