Thursday, September 22, 2005

Help, Help

I was walking from my office to the copy room that is right across the hallway when I heard some mumbling from down the hall. I hear, "Help, Help, Help", and I turn and see a woman stumbling down the hall crying out for Pastor Eric. The poor woman is heavily under the influence and all she can mutter is "Help".

I wonder if this is the way many of us walk around this world. Except we are this way in our spirits, and we don't give our spirits voices.

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