Feast of Heaven
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Who am I to seek a title or any kind of reputation? I know a Man who was misunderstood. He offered up no defense. If we are servants, let us serve. But let us not continue to introduce and explain ourselves. If I sing, let my voice blend with a thousand other voices- knowing He can hear me is enough... And let me wash the dust from my neighbour's feet. My identity is not in what I can do; rather it is in the name that He speaks in the presence of angels when He remembers my devotion.

