Every once in a while, I have a little thought giggling in my brain to the effect that if only I had it my way.
I don’t have it often, but I try to take it seriously when I do.
Now when Jesus had come into Peter’s house, He saw his wife’s mother lying sick with a fever. So, He touched her hand and the fever left her. And she arose and served them.
The world seems to roll together like the parts of an engine, each piece responding to the other as if it could read the others’ minds. It’s an amazing thing.
After my heart attack, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage enacted a dietary regimen in accordance with improving my health.
Now when Jesus had entered Capernaum, a centurion came to Him, pleading with Him, saying, “Lord, my servant is lying at home paralyzed, dreadfully tormented.” And Jesus said to him, “I will come
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