I focused on that tiled ceiling and prayed. But I realized I couldn't ask for God's help while at the same time I felt hatred for the mixed-up young man who had shot me. Isn't that the meaning of the last sheep? We are all God's children & therefore equally beloved by Him. I began to pray for his soul and that he would find his way back to the fold.Till next reading.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Ronald Reagan and his Moments
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