Another Sunday, another day to walk, not run, to dress in uncomfortable clothing, and even more uncomfortable shoes, in the uncomfortable quietness of God’s day. The little girl could not jump or play or pick flowers. She saw an old dog, standing with his head bowed and eyes closed. She stopped and whispered, “Poor old fellow, have you got religion, too?”
Posted on September 2, 2009 at 6:46pm — 1 Comment
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