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Giving Jesus a Ride (Repost)
A couple of years ago, I gave Jesus a ride. He was a middle-aged woman with a yellow backpack and a cane walking north on Highway 63. I almost missed him. After finishing the second service at church, I was running late for a meeting in Ashland, a little town 15 minutes away. Speeding up the highway, I was on him before I knew it. I quickly recognized the woman walking with her thumb outstretched as the woman who had visited our church earlier in the day looking for help. She was passing through mid-Missouri on her way from…
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Jesus Hitchiker
Last Sunday*, I gave Jesus a ride. He was a middle-aged woman with a yellow backpack and a cane walking north on Highway 63. I almost missed him. After finishing the second service at church, I was running late for a meeting in Ashland, a little town 15 minutes away. Speeding up the highway, I was on him before I knew it. I quickly recognized the woman walking with her thumb outstretched as the woman who had visited our church earlier in the day looking for help. She was passing through mid-Missouri on her way from Portland, Oregon, to wherever…
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Jesus in India
I love CNN Heroes. Every year I enjoy the stories of life-changers around the world. Individuals who are doing amazing things in different countries out of different passions and skills. Their courage, their dedication, their action inspire and challenge me. The other night I was watching CNN and the video below was played about one of the nominated heroes fo 2010, Narayanan Krishnan. I was so touched by this man’s story. I was touched by his choice to give up a lucrative career as a chef to the privileged in order to prepare meals for the discarded, mostly mentally ill…
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Giving Jesus a Ride
Last Sunday, I gave Jesus a ride. He was a middle-aged woman with a yellow backpack and a cane walking north on Highway 63. I almost missed him. After finishing the second service at church, I was running late for a meeting in Ashland, a little town 15 minutes away. Speeding up the highway, I was on him before I knew it. I quickly recognized the woman walking with her thumb outstretched as the woman who had visited our church earlier in the day looking for help. She was passing through mid-Missouri on her way from Portland, Oregon, to…