Alone, Empty, and Screaming
What a fifty-three years it has been. I am the living proof that we have a relentless God whose grace has no end. My heart pours out to those who are growing up or have grown up in the church; those who were saved, like me, at an early age. My father has always said, “Never forget what you were saved from.” For most of us that grew up in the church, that “from” is nothing more than church pews and...
What a fifty-three years it has been. I am the living proof that we have a relentless God whose grace has no end. My heart pours out to those who are growing up or have grown up in the church; those who were saved, like me, at an early age. My father has always said, “Never forget what you were saved from.” For most of us that grew up in the church, that “from” is nothing more than church pews and...
