An elderly guest lost his way trying to find jam tarts.
My friend drove him where he needed to go.
“I’m done with school and not sure what I’m doing next.”
“What is God telling you to do?”
“I think he’s telling me to stay where I am.”
“I think God is telling me that he’ll bless your house.”
My friend is moving into an underprivileged neighborhood,
In an act of intentional community and risk.
The elderly guest knew none of that.
Paul says: Despise not prophesyings.
We receive this word with joy.
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