Here in the Catskill Mountains, it is a bitterly cold and snowy day...
I have been watching a freezing mist of white drift down from the heavens. Outside my little window I can see that everything is covered with ice and snow. I'm thankful to be indoors where it's warm. I don't see how the apostle Paul survived all those times in a frigid dungeon. It must've been like living inside a refrigerator. Yet the Lord was with him.
I have an easy life when compared to Paul, and the many other precious saints whom, down through the centuries, have suffered so much for the Gospel. They loved people enough to risk their own lives to spread the Good News about Jesus the Messiah - that He came to earth in the form of a man to die for our sins. Then to be raised from the tomb three days later as a triumph over sin and death.
When I consider the suffering other Christians have undergone, even risking their lives to tell the story of God's love, who am I to complain when I too must suffer, yet on a much smaller scale? My trials are minuscule when compared to theirs.
D.B.
I have an easy life when compared to Paul, and the many other precious saints whom, down through the centuries, have suffered so much for the Gospel. They loved people enough to risk their own lives to spread the Good News about Jesus the Messiah - that He came to earth in the form of a man to die for our sins. Then to be raised from the tomb three days later as a triumph over sin and death.
When I consider the suffering other Christians have undergone, even risking their lives to tell the story of God's love, who am I to complain when I too must suffer, yet on a much smaller scale? My trials are minuscule when compared to theirs.
D.B.