I've got to start writing today with a very guilty confession. I am very partial to a bit of eavesdropping. There is nothing better than people watching, and sneakily overhearing a conversation. I know that no one will ever come near me again after this admission, but I don't think I am alone in this secret.
I am a pilgrim. Until my last breath, I will be found praising Jesus through every valley and over the mountain tops. Let’s each go from strength to strength, determined to be the joyful pilgrims on the earth. Filling our mouths with laughter and our tongues with singing!
I wonder how many doors had been closed in his face that day. Door knocking was probably something he never thought he’d find himself doing, but there he was faithfully visiting different homes in his neighbourhood. Little did he know that the people in the next house were searching for something; that he would be the one to lead them to Christ, and that their lives would never be the same again.