Isaiah 35:1-6,10; Psalms 146:6-10; James 5:7-10; Matthew 11:2-11
One Sunday morning a certain country preacher opened a sermon on faith with these words: My dear brothers and sisters, your fields are drying up and you have come here to pray for rain. But where are your umbrellas?
At the age of four, I knew that God was everywhere. I spoke to Him…But as I grew toward manhood, the more I learned, the less I believed in God…When I was twenty-one, my superior intellect told me that God was a fake. Heaven could not be up and Hell could not be down because in space there is no up or down. And I knew that everything in creation dies, including the smallest insect and the biggest star.…
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