On Sunday, I was reminded how grateful I am that I get to do what I do. The congregation I serve in East Dallas celebrated our 5th birthday on Sunday, and I’ll be the first to tell you that the sermon wasn’t the best part of the service. No, it was what happened afterwards that everyone is talking about.
Who Knew Cardboard Could Make You Cry?
We had asked some folks from our congregation to share their “cardboard testimonies” immediately following my sermon. Nothing I could ever say could be as powerful as what those folks wrote on their cardboard signs:
I feel so grateful to get to be a part of a place like Munger and to see the saving power of God up close.
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