It was early Monday morning. I was tired. I dropped down to do what I did not want to do: push-ups. Anticipating the monotonous up-down, up-down, I searched my phone's playlist for music appropriate for a little push-up pick-me-up. Then I found THE SONG.
Jesus spoke . . .
Cancer is a killer: brain cancer, breast cancer, melanoma, lymphoma, prostrate, pancreatic, lung cancer, and the kind of cancer that took my father—leukemia. Experts in oncology report that lung cancer is the number one cause of cancer-related deaths in America, but I don’t believe it. I still think the Cancer of Complaint is the biggest killer.
NOTE: There are grand quotes and deep truths and weighty arguments ... and then there are neighborhood hassles. This post falls under the latter category.
Sunday morning I enjoyed a rare treat. With no message to preach and a just a short walk to the beach, I took the jaunt and settled into the sands to await the sunrise. Every morning canvas is an opportunity to reflect on Proverbs 4:18, but the verse always stands out when I watch the big ball climb over the horizon.
Campinas is a city of one million people in São Paulo state in Brazil. Shannan and I are here for the next few days participating in a church planting conference. There are more than 700 people present for the conference from over 40 denominations in Brazil.
