This morning, I woke up wondering if I really believed anything I said. If Jesus really is the giver of good things, and if Hallmark really is right, and if love really is more important than everything else... if all that's true, then maybe waking up in a red brick house on the corner of Main Street isn't so bad.
But what if a good thing, a really good thing, isn't your child's refrigerator art, or sharing a bed with your spouse, or occasionally volunteering at a local charity? Then millions of people are wasting their lives surrounded by floral wallpaper instead of a dirt floor and hurting people.
But what if a good thing, a really good thing, isn't your child's refrigerator art, or sharing a bed with your spouse, or occasionally volunteering at a local charity? Then millions of people are wasting their lives surrounded by floral wallpaper instead of a dirt floor and hurting people.
