On the side of a passing a semi, is the silhouette of a woman in wicked pose.  My soul is disgusted at the misuse of God’s creation.

“You are not of my family.”  I muttered to the driver.  He could not hear me, but there was Someone who did.

“Of my clan”, was the unspoken understanding.  “We must be careful when we speak without knowledge.” His instruction was heard and understood.

Can any man point to the threshold of salvation?  Can any man say, “Here it is.  It begins here for all men!  And if there are things in a man’s life that are not in accordance with perfection then he cannot be saved!  Such men are void of grace.”

The man who says such things shows he is misled and ignorant of the truth.  God plants underground.  It is not till later that we see the green sprout.  But even at that appearing there is maturity to gain.

Let us then be willing.  Let us learn from my former lack of knowledge; my own ignorance.  Let us pursue and encounter men with respect and understanding.  Who knows what a man will become?

By His Grace