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A Tumbleweed Christmas

January 4, 2014

The following article was written by a good friend of mine, Bradley White.  I also asked Bradley if he would bless my readership with his testimony.  He graciously agreed to do so.  I have included his testimony at the end of his article below:


by Bradley White

For most people around the world Christmas is a time of joy, family gatherings, giving, receiving and enjoying food that is generally too rich and served in great quantities.

There will be hectic shopping sprees and “to do” lists a mile long. Some will spend enormous amounts of time, money and effort as they scrounge through dark, dusty attics and garages searching for carefully packed decorations that they have accumulated over the years. I have spent many an hour performing the same routine each year. For me, however, this year will be very different. In the last year or so I have suffered the loss of my aunt, grandmother, uncle and my mother just a few weeks ago. You see, this will be the first Christmas in 48 years I will be spending without my mother.

“We were broke, we did not receive many gifts but Mom and Dad found a way to make that Christmas my favorite.”

I could simply not celebrate. In fact, until this morning that was exactly what I intended to do. However, for some reason, I thought about tumbleweeds. My mind was changed and I started decorating today. I guess, someway or somehow, my Mother dropped a memory in my heart and mind. It is suddenly 1968 and I am 4 years old again. I am transported back to Monahans, Texas where my mother worked as a legal secretary and my father owned his own business. He was a Master Electrician. I remember that year our family was broke. Dad was struggling in his business and my parents explained that our Christmas was going to be extremely lean. I was only 4 but I will never forget the night Dad said, “You all pop some popcorn. I’ll be back in a little bit.”

We, with Mom’s help, popped popcorn and in about an hour Dad came home. In his hand was a sack from the local market. He handed the bag to Mom and asked my brother and me to help him get something out of the car. In the trunk of the car were three tumbleweeds. One was large, another a little smaller and the third smaller still. We dutifully carried them into the den of our home. You may have guessed the rest of the story. While Dad was assembling the weeds, Mom opened the bag revealing six or seven cans of artificial, spray-on snow. We all took turns transforming the dead weeds into a beautiful, snow covered tree. My sister and Mom began stringing popcorn while being careful to instruct my brother and me on ways to place ornaments. As always, Dad enjoyed the honor of placing the angel at the top of the tree.

We were broke, we did not receive many gifts but Mom and Dad found a way to make that Christmas my favorite. I will never forget our Tumbleweed Christmas!

My father died of a heart attack in 1978. I was 13 and he was just 43 years old. After 34 years, Mom and Dad will enjoy another Christmas together. If there are tumbleweeds in Heaven, I think Dad will build a tumbleweed Christmas tree for Mom. Only this time, they are not broke and they will feast and look down and enjoy their kids, grand-kids and great grand-kids.

Here’s to all! Wishing you a very Tumbleweed Christmas.


Here is Bradley’s testimony as promised:


by Bradley White

My name is Bradley White.  I have been asked to give my testimony by Pastor Zach.

We all go through trials and, to each of us, it seems to always be a “trial by fire” no matter the situation.  Here is what God has seen me through in the past few years.

In December of 2007, I moved back home to Abilene, Texas with my mother.  She, along with failing health went with me because her Mother, my Grandmother was in her nineties and needed constant care.  We’ll call my Grandmother “Momo” because that is what I called her.  When we got to Abilene, things were tough.  I was having health issues as well.  While caring for Momo, I was finally diagnosed with a brain aneurysm…after almost 20 years of mis-diagnoses.  One day, while driving to work, I lost my vision and underwent brain surgery in 2009.  I looked like Frankenstein!  Still caring for Momo even with staples in my head.

Then the heart issues started.  Suffice it to say, since 2011 I have suffered four heart attacks and underwent triple bypass surgery.  During this time,  I lost my Aunt, Momo, Uncle, Mom, and another Grandmother.  I ended up back in New Mexico where, due to family disfunction, I ended up homeless and without a job.

I found myself in Ruidoso, NM on the street with no place to stay and “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”!  But God had a different plan.  I was given Pastor Zach’s number by the local police department.  He saw to it that I had a place to stay for that night.

I believe that was in June of 2013.  Shortly thereafter, I went to California to care for an elderly friend.  That didn’t work out, however.  BUT, it was all still in God’s plan.

You see, years ago, I lived in California for about 16 years.  In that time I was a Minister of Music.  Long story short, I stopped going to church and went through a divorce.  I gave up singing and playing for God.  Instead, I became a professional pianist for another 16 years or so.

What I didn’t know was that a young man that I had ministered to in that church had been looking for me for 16 years.  He knew I was in New Mexico and every time he would visit the state, he would look through phone books in his hotel room to try and find me.

You see, I met Laban when he was two years old.  His Mom visited our church and asked me to hold him.  I took the toe-headed two year old and he immediately clung to me and put his head on my shoulder.  I’ve never been the same since.  Have you ever had that instant connection with another human being?  If you haven’t, hold on because you’ll never be the same.

When I was in California, Laban found me on Facebook.  Immediately contacted me and made plans for me to fly to Georgia where I now live.  I’ll never forget the night I landed…

We drove home and stayed up all night talking, catching up.  As soon as we got to the house, he said, “Come here I have something for you.”  We walked to his and his wife’s bedroom and he reached up on the chest of drawers and handed me something.

It was MY Bible!  When I left California 16 plus years before I left my Bible on one of the pews in the church.  He went through the Army, several moves but never lost my Bible.  By the way, he was 12 years old when he saw my Bible on the pew and “snatched it up”…his words.  He told me later that night that the reason he was so drawn to me was because I always had a kind word for him when he was growing up.  Kind words go a long way, my friends.

That was in August of 2013.  I now have a great job making very good money.  Have purchased a new car and am back in church worshipping God.  God is truly amazing.

Please remember, you may be down but you’re NEVER alone!

Pastor Zach is adding this testimony to a post of a short story that I wrote about a month after my Mother passed.  It is a true story.  I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you, Pastor Zach for showing me the true love of Jesus!  I consider you a very dear friend and a true man of God.


Editor’s note:  If any of you would care to personally write a line to Bradley White, just click on the Contact Us at the top of the page and I will personally forward all correspondence to him.  He would love hearing from you.


ENCOURAGE US:  Would you please share your testimony with the group in the comments?

Hello and welcome back!

Countdown to Christmas is 8 days and counting!  Excited?  Not sure?  Well – let’s take a look at the Christmas pros and cons, shall we?

Are your Empty-Nest Years Christmases feeling lonely?  Children of elderly parents or surviving parent – do you know how parent or parents are feeling?

Christmas In The Empty-Nest Years

 “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.

The stockings had been hung out of Christmas tradition

The absence of children does not halt the decision.

No children are all nestled asleep in their beds

it’s many miles distant where they now lay their heads.

My dear spouse has passed and I sit here alone

With Christmas, old stockings, and a quiet telephone.”

 The above rendition of the old poem is taking place in 1,000’s of homes this Christmas.  It doesn’t have to be that way and that is the reason for this blog post article.

If you find yourself in a similar position this Christmas and God has graced you with the gift of mobility, here are 3 wonderful things that you can do that will brighten your Christmas and put joy back in your step!

Let’s Do Unto Others

…Give a gift to a child you do not know.

 Try as we may not to be selfish, we humans must die to self on a daily basis in order to allow God’s will to take place in our lives.  How can this be accomplished?  By following the word of God in such instances.

Rather than hibernate at home and feel sorry for ourselves (and let’s admit it, that is just what we are doing), we need to take God at His word and be doers of the word and not hearers only.

Jesus said in Matthew 25:40 (NKJV): 40 And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Assuredly, I say to you, inasmuch as you did it to one of the least of these My brethren, you did it to Me.

Let’s do that!  What better way to get out of self than to do for someone else rather than how we feel.  Here’s the plan!  How about going to Walmart or wherever you like to shop and pick out a children’s gift, no, make that two: male and female.  Have it wrapped and take the presents to the church of your choice, school, etc. and give them to the person in charge to give to someone they feel is needy.  What better way to do something for others without expecting the selfish motivation or expecting to get something in return.  Don’t even tell them who you are – let the gift be truly anonymous!

Visit An Elderly Care Home

visit the infirmed – make a new friend?

 If you feel lonely, think how lonely it might be for someone in one of the local elderly care homes in your area.  Do you already know someone who is in an elderly care home?  If not, just find the nearest one to you and take a Christmas present to a stranger.  They won’t remain a stranger long!

Galatians 5:14 (HCSB) says:  14 For the entire law is fulfilled in one statement: Love your neighbor as yourself.

 What better way can we show love to another than to pay a visit to an elderly care home and give some attention to someone alone on Christmas.  When we show love to others, we will be fulfilling Jesus’ commands.  Who knows?  You just might make a wonderful friend!

 Attend A Church Service

…what better way to celebrate the reason for the season!

 Are you a Christian and already have a church home?  Please don’t let loneliness or depression keep you from this joyous event!  Get together in services for worship and praise to Almighty God.  There is nothing that can get rid of loneliness better than being close to God within the family of God in collective celebration for the birth of Jesus Christ, God’s only begotten Son.

Again, the word of God states in Hebrews 10:24-25 (HCSB): 24  And let us be concerned about one another in order to promote love and good works, 25  not staying away from our worship meetings, as some habitually do, but encouraging each other, and all the more as you see the day drawing near.

If you are not a Christian, go to a church and meet some of the family of God.  We are not perfect but we follow Someone who is and you need to meet Him.   I can pretty well guarantee you that you will not feel alone.  You know what?  How about commenting on this post and let me know how you are doing?  If you need prayer, go to the contact page on the site and send me a prayer request.  I would love hearing from you.

Until next time!



QUESTION: If this blog post fits you or someone you know, please put a prayer request in the comments.  I would love to pray for you or someone you know!

Hello and welcome Back!  I hope that You have the happiest Christmas ever!

It’s eleven days ‘til Christmas!  I made a decision this year—only reasonable portions and NO seconds!  Yep, I said it…the “N” word.  NO! NO! NO!

Why, you say?

I’m tired of being overweight, for one.  I’m tired of being a glutton, for two.  I’m tired of procrastinating, for three.  Oh yes, there are more numbers after these three but these are the main, motivating reasons.


Somehow, I have slowly evolved from a 150 lb. 5 – mile a day runner to this 180 lb. couch-lovin’ blob that has mastered the defense technique of no-moves karate.

What is no-moves karate?

Let’s break it down, shall we?  You know what karate is, right?  Ok.  Let’s concentrate on no-moves then.  No-moves means just that.  No movement that is not absolutely necessary or desired.  Let’s look more deeply at the word necessary.

Necessary, according to Webster’s Online Dictionary, means inescapable.  Notice above: not absolutely necessary.  The meaning here is ANY movement that is escapable.

I practice that.

The other word necessary (no pun intended) for us to examine is desired.  Webster’s gives us this definition: longed or hoped for; felt a need for.  In other words, no movement unless it is longed for, desired, or a need is felt for it.

 I practice that.


Holidays are the bane of every person considering on cutting down on the grub and increasing the exercise. Right?  Guess what?  It’s almost Christmas and New Year follows a close second behind it.

Dilemma: to eat or not to eat—that is the season’s question.

Most people around the holidays are quick to justify their actions by saying, “It’s the holidays!  I’ll get serious when they are over!”  Self-justification.  Is that Biblical?


Romans 8:33 (HCSB) states: 33 Who can bring an accusation against God’s elect? God is the One who justifies.

Seems that if I fall into the self-justification trap, I am trying to do God’s job.  I am not up to that.  I can’t even control my elbow from raising food to my mouth.  How could I justify myself?

I am going to quit self-justifying.  When I do that, I have to forget the old standard methodologies of the past.  No more Christmas excuses for me.  The same holds true for New Years.

Meaning?  I diet.


What is the solution?

Trust.  Total trust.  I am going to trust the Lord’s word.  I am going to put my hope and faith in Him and believe Scripture, such as, Proverbs 23:21 (HCSB): 21 For the drunkard and the glutton will become poor, and grogginess will clothe them in rags.

Looks like the glutton

It appears that the glutton falls into the same soup as the drunkard, doesn’t it?  I suppose it is the excess, it is the disobedience, the lack of control because to indulge in either is to indulge in self-control.

Self-control or being in control of yourself and not allowing God to set your sail and decide your course—is sin.

The Bible says that I am to die to self.  In another place it says to take off the old man and to put on the new man.  In other words, I am supposed to put on Christ and let the old man die.  On the cross.

If I am in Jesus and Jesus is in me, I need to give up control and let Him take the wheel.

There it is.

The answer.

No more self-justification and procrastination.  Diet begins today, not after Christmas or after New Year’s resolution time.  I didn’t keep it last year, odds are I won’t keep it this year.

I begin now.  For the salvation of my health, my peace of mind, and my Christian walk.  God provides salvation in ALL things and the Bible says, “today is the day of salvation.”

“Father in heaven, I give up all control of my life and hand the wheel over to you.  You drive and I will act upon your word.  You give the directions and I will follow them, wherever they lead.  You give the orders and I will carry them out.  I trust you.  It’s in Jesus Christ’s name I pray,


Until next time!


QUESTION: What are your thoughts on this post?

Hello and welcome back!

It’s great to see you again!  Merry Christmas!

It’s snowing again.  I just looked out of the window of my office and it appears to be going to hang around for a while.  That’s ok.  It’s almost Christmas!  Looking out the window again, I remember a Christmas past.

I was 12.  Christmas was just ‘round the corner and everyone I saw was joyous.  Looking out the picture window that night with Christmas only 10 days away, I was fascinated by the falling snow reflected by the street light on the corner.

Snow was falling!  Jolly ol’ St. Nick would be arriving on our roof in 10 days and all of the presents I had asked for would finally be mine!  I kept looking into the snow as it continued to fall and enjoyed trying to follow individual snowflakes to the ground.

“Hey son,” dad called, “Come here a minute, Mom and I have something we need to tell you.”

I followed one more snowflake to the ground then turned and went over to where my mom and dad was sitting.  He looked up at me as my mom began to cry.

“What’s wrong, Mom?”  I questioned while watching as she dried her eyes on her apron.

Dad reached out and took me on his lap and then told me the facts.  He had been laid off from his job that day and would have to leave the next day with some other men who were also laid off to take a job in another state.  Dad was an electrician and there was an overtime job that was hiring electricians and dad couldn’t turn it down if we were to survive.

In those days, credit was something people just didn’t have much of.  These were days before credit cards, easy home equity loans, etc.  This was basically a cash and carry world that we lived in and if a man got without work he went to where he could find it.

“No son, I don’t take charity, never have and never will,” he stated while shaking his head vehemently.

Since I was in school, mom and dad decided that we would stay behind and she and dad would decide what to do about things when summer came.  My younger brother was eight years younger than I was so that made him 4 years old that Christmas.

Well, I remember thinking that the end of the world had come.  Dad was going to go away and here it was only 10 days until Christmas!

Mom asked dad if he would run to the store before it closed for bread and milk.  He said that he and I would go get it.  That’s when dad handed me the envelope.

“Here son, this is the best we can do this Christmas what with me having to go to a job out of town.”

“I understand,” I managed to say.  I thought about the list I had written to Santa but I was old enough to know that he didn’t really exist.  I looked in the envelope and found a $20 bill.

“If you wait until after Christmas, you can get twice as much for that $20,” dad said trying to make me feel better.  I took the $20 out of the envelope and put it in my pocket.  “Yeah,” I muttered, “prolly so.”

We drove to the store that evening – both lost in our own thoughts.  I was going to miss my dad, especially on Christmas day.  We were a very close family and this was the first Christmas that my dad wouldn’t be with us.  Not very pleasant thoughts were crossing my mind as we arrived at Thompson’s Grocery Mart.  I remember feeling distinctively bitter that my Christmas was ruined as we entered the store that evening.

I looked at people laughing and talking, people greeting friends and neighbors with hearty, “Merry Christmas!”  I felt jealous as we sought out the bread and milk, found a check out isle that wasn’t too crowded and I was feeling about as low as a 12 year old kid can feel, I guess.

As we were preparing to leave, dad noticed a family preparing to leave at the same time.

“Merry Christmas,” dad offered as he held the door for them.  That’s when I noticed something.  The lady was sobbing and the man had a look on his face I couldn’t identify when I was 12.  It was the look of a man totally void of hope I discovered after I had some years on me and had experienced some of the highs and lows in this life.

“Is there anything I can do to help you out?” dad offered as we all exited the store.

“Not much anyone can do,” the man said in a hollow, ethereal tone, “they took the house today.  All’s we have to our name is in the car.  Three kids in the car and it’s Christmas.  Nothing anyone can do,” he repeated as he and his wife walked towards a dilapidated old Chevrolet sedan like people twice their ages.

As we walked up beside of them, I saw three kids in the back seat.  The hollow, haunted eyes stared back at me.  I felt something within my chest that I had never felt before in the 12 years of my young life.

Something inside of me guided me up to that window as the man started the engine.  I remember the look on his face as he noticed me standing outside his window on that cold, snowy, winter night. That look touched my heart.  He rolled down his window and bent out the window.

“What is it, son,” he asked as I just stood there shivering in that dreamlike moment as snow landed on my eyelids.

I reached into my coat pocket and found that folded up $20 bill my dad had given to me less than an hour before.

“Here sir, please take this,” I offered as he just sat there staring at me.

“No son, I don’t take charity, never have and never will,” he stated while shaking his head vehemently.

“No it’s not for you, sir, it’s for your kids – a Christmas present from me to them,” I stated as I offered that $20 through the window again.

He stared at me a moment then said, “Son, you sure?”

“I’m sure, sir,” I smiled as I handed the $20 into his halting hand.  “Thank you for taking it sir, I want them to have it for presents.”

He sat there looking from the $20 in his hand to me as I stood there grinning broadly and trying hard not to shiver from the cold seeping through my coat.  His expression changed from one of stubborn pride to one of understanding.  He looked me in the eyes and I sensed he realized that this was as much for me as it was for his kids.  He reached out and took it.

Clearing his throat, he managed to croak out a guttural thank you as he started the car.  He looked from me to my dad standing next to our car and nodded.

“That’s a fine boy you have there, mister.  You’re bringin’ him up right.  I thank you both from the bottom of my heart.”  They both nodded at one another.  He started that old car and pulled off.  I just stood there watching until I could no longer see the taillights.  I then turned and walked over to my dad and we hugged.

“Proud of you son,” dad whispered.  We got into the car and rode home.  I remember that ride like it was yesterday.  We didn’t say a word.  Dad was lost in his thoughts and I was lost in mine.  I remember thinking, “This is what Christmas is all about.  It’s all about the giving.”

Looking back upon my 12 year old memories, I think that was when I began to grow up.  I never thought of Christmas in the same way after that day.  I remember the Christmas Eve sermon Pastor Hinton preached.  It has stuck within my mind and heart through all these years.  That was a half century ago.

He preached on Acts 20:35:

“I have shewed you all things, how that so laboring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.”

I knew when I heard Pastor Hinton’s message that Christmas Eve that had I heard the same message the Sunday before I would not have understood it at all.  I felt humbled sitting there on that pew as a 12 year old boy.  Christmas would never be the same.

I smiled.

Until next time!  Merry Christmas!


QUESTION:  I would enjoy your comments about when you first remember experiencing the blessing of giving over receiving! 

Hello and welcome back!  Thanks for stopping by.

I can’t believe that it will soon be Thanksgiving and then — blink twice —Christmas wraps you in tinsel and another year is gone!  Speaking of years passing, I have seen 60+ of them flow by.

According to my calculations, there are less ahead than those visible in my rearview mirror on this one-way road to eternity.

Regrets?  Some.

Thankfulness?  Lots.

Reflecting on Christmas Past, I have “Tiny Tim” memories of my 5th Christmas.  I remember lying awake, trying to visualize the wonders under that tree and then trying to fall asleep so the night would end and I could jump out of bed and — Carpe diem!  It would be time to seize that wonderful day!

That 5th Christmas was in the 50’s.  Either you personally remember the 50’s or you have heard or read about it.  I lived it.

It was a time of innocence.

It was a time of the restoration of our nation.

The 2nd World War had ended, I was one of the first of the baby boomers, and life was good.  If fact, it was grand!

A brand new and shiny red Schwinn 22″ bike with a large, bright white bow was patiently pawing the floor awaiting my early morning resurrection into a new world of mobility!

I remember another Christmas a wee bit later in the fifties but 956 miles from that earlier Christmas.  It took place just after the birth of my younger brother and only sibling in 1954.

It was a joyous time!

It was a celebration of family time!

It was a Knights of the Round Table and King Author time as I excitedly ripped the wrappings off my shinning new sword and shield – making me Sir Lancelot of Camelot!

Ahhh – those were never-ending days of youth –somehow ending when my back was turned.  Hazy days of youth never to be revisited although lovingly contemplated into the twilight of my remaining time here on earth.

Speaking of my time here on earth and my reflections back over the years, coming to know Jesus Christ as my personal Lord and Savior outshines any present that I ever received at any time in my life.  He granted me knowledge of God’s holy love for me, a sinner.

The gift He bestowed on me didn’t come wrapped up in shiny, bright tinsel but steeped in His blood – dripping from his body and running down the wooden, Roman cross of His humiliation and disgrace.  Humiliation and disgrace undeserved by him and meant for me. I was washed white as snow in that righteous, crimson flow!

Oh glory!  Praise God on high!  That gift, surpassing all other gifts,  was one of eternal life and fellowship with Almighty God that completely restored me through God’s grace.  Grace that was bought and paid for by Jesus Christ about 33 years after that first and miraculous Christmas when Christ was born.

“…When I became a man, I put aside childish things.”

–1st Cor. 13:11

The angels who visited the shepherds in the fields outside Bethlehem as mentioned in Luke 2:8-14 (HCSB) below:

8  In the same region, shepherds were staying out in the fields and keeping watch at night over their flock.
9  Then an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified.
10  But the angel said to them, “Don’t be afraid, for look, I proclaim to you good news of great joy that will be for all the people:
11  Today a Savior, who is Messiah the Lord, was born for you in the city of David.
12  This will be the sign for you: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in cloth and lying in a feeding trough.”
13  Suddenly there was a multitude of the heavenly host with the angel, praising God and saying:
14  Glory to God in the highest heaven, and peace on earth to people He favors!

Notice what the angels said in verse 14.  The people that God favors on earth will have peace.  Peace?  What kind of peace?  Would those favored by God have peace with one another?  Would countries that God favored have peace with one another?

Would all wars end?

What did the angels mean by that word peace?

Let’s look at Romans 5:8-10 (HCSB):

8  But God proves His own love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us!
9  Much more then, since we have now been declared righteous by His blood, we will be saved through Him from wrath.
10  For if, while we were enemies, we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, ⌊then how⌋ much more, having been reconciled, will we be saved by His life!

Check out what Paul is saying to the Romans in verse 10.  Notice the two words, enemies and reconciled?  Paul is saying here that before we accepted Christ as our personal Lord and Savior, we were enemies of God.

He goes on to say that we were reconciled.  What does he mean by reconciled?  Reconciled to God.  Enemies of God now at peace with God.


We were changed from being enemies of God to being reconciled to God through the death of Jesus!  We are saved by His life!

How are we saved by His life?  By believing in Him and confessing all our sin, we repent (turning away) from that sin – put aside our will (self) – let Him live through us by the power of the Holy Spirit and follow Him!

Wow!  I remember that first Christmas after hearing the gospel and being convicted by the Holy Spirit that I could not save myself and that I was going to hell without Jesus!

What a wonderful blessing Jesus is!  What a wonderful present!

Paul also says in 1 Corinthians 13:11 (HCSB):

11  When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put aside childish things.

When I was a child and experiencing those wonderful 50’s Christmas gifts, I had no idea of what awaited me in Christ.  Everlasting life with Him.  Without Him, I would have had everlasting death…separated from Him forever in hell.  I have long sense put down the sword of Sir Lancelot and picked up the sword of the Holy Spirit!

Now I am no longer an enemy (out of fellowship) of God but a friend of God, a child of God and rightful heir with Christ!

Are you still an enemy of God?  You are if you don’t have a personal relationship with His son, Jesus Christ!

Give your life to Jesus.  Let His will be done in your life rather than your sinful will.  Only He has the answers.   Only He has eternal life for you.

Carpe diem!  Seize the day!  The Bible, the word of God says in 2 Corinthians 6:2 (HCSB):

2  For He says: I heard you in an acceptable time, and I helped you in the day of salvation. Look, now is the acceptable time; now is the day of salvation.

God bless you, everyone!

Until next time,


QUESTION: Where are you in your relationship with Jesus Christ?

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