Every Tuesday morning, I meet...
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Every Tuesday morning, I meet with residents of a nursing home. We sing hymns, pray, and study the Bible. Some weeks the room is crowded; other weeks only a handful are there. Participation waxes and wanes. Some of the regulars have passed away. Others have joined the ranks.
Sometimes I wonder why I am there. Many fall asleep on me, despite my best efforts to be lively and interesting. Some don't seem to grasp what I am saying. But I always go back ... and believe that somehow, some way, God can use this gathering for good purposes.
Sometimes I wonder why I am there. Many fall asleep on me, despite my best efforts to be lively and interesting. Some don't seem to grasp what I am saying. But I always go back ... and believe that somehow, some way, God can use this gathering for good purposes.
