Sunday, March 06, 2005


"A European village priest in medieval times once gathered his church for a special service. 'Come tonight,' he told them, 'for a special sermon on Jesus.' And they did. They came. To their surprise, however, no candles illuminated the sanctuary. They groped their way to the pews and took their seats. The priest was nowhere to be seen. But soon he was heard walking through the church toward the front. When he reached the crucifix that hung on the wall, he lit a candle. Saying nothing, he illuminated the pierced feet of Christ, then the side, then one hand, and then the other. Lifting the candle, he shed light on the blood-masked face and the crown of thorns. With a puff, he blew out the candle and dismissed the church. May we do nothing more. May we do nothing less."

- An excerpt from "It's Not About Me; Rescue from the Life We Thought Would Make Us Happy" by Max Lucado.


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