Feel the static electricity in the air around you. Hear the deafening cacophony of the storm wail against you, shouting angrily at your rebellion. And ride.
Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
I have given many sermons. I don’t like it when, after the message, people tell me that they liked my message or that I did a good job. What I would rather have them say is that they felt challenged or that I inspired them to make a change in their lives.