Sunday, March 27, 2016


...two seventy nine.

Sadhu Sundar Singh, an early twentieth-century Indian missionary, wrote, 
“A silkworm was struggling out of the cocoon and an ignorant man saw it battling as if in pain,
 so he went and helped it to get free, but very soon after it fluttered and died.
 The other silkworms that struggled out without help suffered,
 but they came out into full life and beauty, 
with wings made strong for flight by their battle for fresh existence.”

Happy Easter.
He is Risen.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

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