~is a Christian.
The other day,
in a pile of random things I can't tolerate to toss,
I found this treasure.
(click to enlarge, you'll want to read this,
maybe more than once)
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit;
a broken and contrite heart,
O God, you will not despise.
Forgot the broken heart of a romance movie,
Our heart is broken when we see our sin
Back in the day before
and all the other modern ways of passing on a message,
an older friend of ours, John,
typed up encouraging excerpts from Christian books, poems,
devotionals and Bible study notes to pass around.
The above well-loved pieces of paper
was one of his offerings of encouragement.
About ten years ago, he gave us his cherished typewriter.
The original receipt is still tucked away in the instruction manual.
Since minimum wage was only $.75 in 1952,
his source of spiritual encouragement wasn't cheap.
It was more like an eternal investment.
My kids loved using it to type up ransom notes,
after kidnapping each other's stuffed animals,
but it always represented spiritual encouragement to me.
Someday, our Internet trail will leave behind memories,
pictures, thoughts, journals, Tweets, status updates and blogs.
Hopefully, our trail will be littered with
broken pieces of self and
marked with this message of hope for those walking behind~
Because, ya' know,
a Christian is the only thing that gets better when