While waiting at a SONIC drive-in for my large vanilla diet coke, with very light ice, I picked up a book of Robert Service's poems that I frequently carry in my car. In his "Sentimental Shark" poem there is the following line that stabbed me in the heart:
"Time sorta makes you get used to you"
(Emphasis mine)
At the age of most of the readers of this blog it is well for each to ask ourselves if we are prepared for life's ultimate destination. Simply stated: All of our best efforts will not warrant spending eternity in Heaven. (See Ephesians 2: 8-9)
I think I mentioned in an earlier Post that I once heard a black pastor pray, "Lord, save me from me."
Glenn <><
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