What Do My Friends See In The Church?

I am hurriedly walking along a dirt road near the Mount of Olives.  Dust is covering my toes and small pebbles burrow under my heel.  As I stoop to remove the irritation from my sandal, I hear loud voices moving in this direction. Quickly, I move off the road uncertain what this commotion might mean.Continue reading “What Do My Friends See In The Church?”