E-mail your questions
Master List of Articles
Tour Israel with us – Spring 2006!
The winds of time are blowing through the trees outside my window. The voice of our inevitable end is carried on their currents.
The daily setting of the sun marks another segment of life irretrievably removed from our measured portion of seconds.
I am stirred to be about my Father’s work.
People with other agendas, who feed the dying the arsenic of social change rather than the Bread of Life, have reminded me of the urgency of our task.
The night is fast approaching when no man can work. Let us rise from our slumber and sprint toward the battle lines.
No comments:
Post a Comment