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There are moments in the life of a church when all you can say is “YES”! Today was one of those times! The church was completely packed for Father’s Day, the band was awesome, and the preaching was so powerful!
How many times have you heard someone say of a child “she looks just like her mom!” or “he’s the spitting image of his dad!” I think most times that’s meant to be a compliment.
I know there’s nothing really special about Fridays. For me a Friday is almost the same as a Monday! No, really it is. The only difference is I have Mondays off and Fridays I work. Both days feel generally the same.
The road straight ahead of me appears to be the safest, and it is familiar so why not just go with the flow? After all I am not alone, this seems to be the road most travelled. There are just too many unknowns waiting at every exit and I’m fearful of getting lost or at least sidetracked.
When you climb above the clouds that normally block out the full view of the heavens, a whole new reality is revealed; a complex beauty of cloud formations that appear like a cotton blanket that has yet to be pulled taut over a recently slept-in bed; an amazing display of pale blue, seamlessly fading into a sea of white.
Give a small child a colouring book, a pack of crayons and two minutes and you’ll soon witness what creativity looks like. The crayon package is empty, its contents spread out on the table and floor, several are broken or half eaten and numerous pages of the book are colourfully enhanced. Despite the messiness, the pictures created by the child are quickly turned into masterpieces fit for the refrigerators of the world for all to see and admire — at least the refrigerators of parents and grandparents.