Where does true Christian life begin? In the ordinary routines of life? When the rosy hue of a happy community fades and I begin to see others as they really are – equally wounded, imperfect and struggling? Is this is where Christian life truly begins? To love others not as I wish them to be, but as they are?
God the master of time, never gives the future. He gives only the present, moment by moment.
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