A friend from church recently sent us an email with this link to a video of a story I'd heard years ago. For whatever reason (perhaps because we now have two sons in the service) I found the clip especially poignant.
The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
4 comments:
I am so crying...
I had heard the story, but the video does so much more. Thanks for the reminder of what our Father has done for us and what we should be willing to do for Him.
I am not just crying...this made me weep.
You know, I had my middle schoolers praying for the persecuted church (particularly in India) this week, and as we prayed, I thought of this video. I was prompted to pray that they would love no one--not father or mother, not son or daughter--more than Jesus. It hurts to even consider, but they truly might be asked to make that choice. Oh that they might stand firm to the end...
Thanks again.
-J
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