Jesus Pokes the Open Wound

The smell of burning coals. The hazy vision through clouds of smoke. The crackle of embers. Peter had been here before. It wasn’t long ago that he had stood by…

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Jesus Plundered My Soul

We think of Jesus in nice terms. I’ve heard Him likened before to a gentleman caller, and as a gentleman, Jesus doesn’t force His way into anyone’s life. He simply…

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