Monday, February 22, 2016

all flesh is like the grass

All flesh is like the grass, the grass withers and fades away. This being the anthem sung during our season of Lent service yesterday. Earlier that morning we had been to the nursing home to bring my mother-in-law to church with us. As we wheel her down the hallways and I catch glimpses of the other poor souls in the nursing home these images burn into my eyes.

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