Today, I listened to Job talk about praying graciously for friends with goofy theology and goofy advice. I heard George Whitefield speak about the “Method of Grace.” And I conversed with Benji. The perspectives were refreshing; one from a life lived millennia ago, anther a couple of centuries ago and a third life that has not yet touched a decade. Countless people have also listen to Job and George but only two will remember this day and this walk. Only two will talked again about walking several miles and finding shine pieces of fresh asphalt, a sand scoured penny and a bottle cap. Only two will remember a fragile “butterfly skin” along a road and the brutally honest speculations about its demise.
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