Just Like That: The Marvel of Mark 16:19
But why am I so stuck on this one verse that escaped my gaze all the other dozens of times I read it? Why am I so taken up with it now?
Three reasons come to mind.
But why am I so stuck on this one verse that escaped my gaze all the other dozens of times I read it? Why am I so taken up with it now?
Three reasons come to mind.
A little piece of my heart left for Tennessee. As I write, my friend is driving to her new home ten hours and three states away.
I’ve never been one to speak of “best” friends, nor ever once to sport a broken-heart, BFF necklace.
Instead I’ve long praised “different friends for different reasons” and “changing friends in different seasons.” I don’t think I’m changing my tune.
But that doesn’t mean certain friends don’t rise to the top.
My country girlfriend braved Chicago traffic last week. Because her husband’s cancer is still there, still growing. He’s barely 40 and his first brain surgery was ten years ago, before their youngest could even walk. So off they drove to the big city to determine if he qualified for an experimental new treatment. But 48…