This evening I had a wake up call. No, it wasn't from the telephone, but rather from the Holy Spirit. As I sat to read my Bible after a long trip questions began to arise in my mind. What verse was it that made me sit up and pay attention? Well, I'm glad you asked. Here it is, "I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me; refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul." (Psalm 142:4) Those last six words seemed to jump of the page and right into my heart. NO MAN CARED FOR MY SOUL . For the next few minutes I just sat and thought. I began to remember where my ministry began and I thought about the countless thousands of people I have come in contact with after over three decades of this work I am involved in. I thought about those early years when the only minister who would invite me to preach was my father (a pastor) and my father-in-law (also a pastor). They served very small congregation...
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