Sin Is Not An Unfortunate Slip Or

Feed Your Fears And Your Faith Will Starve. Feed Your Faith, And Your Fears Will.

Every Faith Has Its Story; Every Faith Has Its Roots.

Maybe Your Life Resembles A Bethlehem Stable. Crude In Some Spots, Smelly In Others. Not Much Glamour. Not Always Neat. People In Your Circle Remind You Of Stable Animals: Grazing Like Sheep, Stubborn Like Donkeys, And That Cow In The Corner Looks A Lot Like The Fellow Next Door. You, Like Joseph, Knocked On The Innkeeper's Door. But You Were Too Late. Or Too Old, Sick, Dull, Damaged, Poor, Or Peculiar. You Know The Sound Of A Slamming Door.

Bitterness Is The Trap That Snares The Hunter

Forgive And Give As If It Were Your Last Opportunity.