Some days we need a benediction.
Proclaiming who He is and what He does.
Anchoring hearts.
Stabilizing steps.
Resting weary souls.
Yes, some days we need a benediction.
Some days we need a benediction.
Proclaiming who He is and what He does.
Anchoring hearts.
Stabilizing steps.
Resting weary souls.
Yes, some days we need a benediction.
Pigs rush en masse down the steep bank. To their demise. Leaving one madman behind.
Now clothed. Calm. Coherent. And in his right mind.
The news spreads. People come from town and countryside to see for themselves. Hear eyewitness accounts.
But their response is unexpected.
They don’t want Jesus to stay. In fact, they can’t get Him out of there fast enough.