I do not know who this little boy is (scroll down, you’ll see who I mean), but I can’t stop thinking about him. That is just the sort of thing I used to do in churches when I thought no one but heaven was looking.
Listen: every man, every woman was once this small.
Have you ever heard a parent say to their child, “You’ll always be my baby?”
- Every man, every woman, hurts other men, other women over the course of their life.
- Every man, every woman, will always be some man and some woman’s baby.
Can you find an exception for either statement?
Why do I keep coming back to church?