Jesus… Where are you?
I'm sitting on the floor of a hotel room, looking out my window. As cars cross the bridge, red lights turn green, and the silhouette of a woman dances on the building in front of me, I feel small. Jesus... Where are you?
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
C.S. Lewis
You.
But God will look to every soul like its first love because He is its first love.
words too big
How can a man express how much he loves his wife when he uses the same word a teenager uses to describe his infatuation? How can a really good movie be awesome like an awesome God?
