The Coldest of Journeys

From sunrise to sunset, he intersects life with healing, with hope.  Meeting practical needs, covering in prayer and even a conduit of miracles, his day is always full and his schedule always varies.  There are no boundaries to his time and no limits to his availability.  From sunrise to sunset, he is an instrument of healing, hope and miracles.

From sunset to sunrise, he is alone.   The walls of his home echo, hammering solitude into loneliness.  His dines singly at a table meant for four or more.  His bathroom vanity is a double, with plenty of room to share.  His bed is a king, filled with the absence of his queen.  Returning home is the coldest of journeys in the stillness of dusk after walking in the fire of ministry since the dawning of a bustling day.


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