I need to make a confession that many of you already know. Sometimes I can get a little wordy. I hear some folks call it long winded. My daughter, Sydney, actually times my sermons and is not shy about sharing the minutes and seconds if she thinks I went too long. However, today’s musing does not need a whole lot of verbiage around it. It is simply a “let those with ears hear” sort of story. I will say it fits well into my sermon series on The Great Ends of the Church found i
Sometimes it seems like we have been here before doesn’t it? I am not talking about Déjà vu though we have all experienced that. Instead, I am talking about the ebb and flow of life that we all experience. From Fall to Winter to Spring to Summer and back to Fall. Again and again year after year. Leaves fall and we rake them into piles. We clean out the gutters. The trees are bare. Then small green buds lead to summer shade before nature’s life cycle starts it all over again.