Then in the dark, in the quiet, in the complete solitude of the cave tomb came the sound. Not loudly, but most certain suddenly. With no trumpets or rockets or fanfare but with the eternal God as a witness, the silence was broken.
In 2018 while attending a conference in Dallas I heard a woman behind me speaking to someone during a break. I immediately knew the voice was familiar, but it took me a bit longer to realize it was the voice I heard late in the night. It was June Hunt!
We may not know why we have been given a certain cross (just as Simon Cyrenian didn't know why). All we can do is to carry the cross we have been given and walk in the footsteps of Jesus.
It was rave mom Janet's very first outreach. She was in the rave venue parking lot with rave mom Diana as the Texas teams gathered together from Houston, Austin and Dallas. They were looking for kids in trouble during the night and that's when they came upon Andrew (not his real name). Andrew was totally high and laying between two cars.
The One who knew no sin, the One who gave up perfection and beauty and angels and life with the Father – Jesus – knew what it was like to be abandoned by the sheep, betrayed by those He served.
It’s wonderful to walk into a room and smell an aroma that pleases us. Whether it’s the relaxing scent of lavender wafting through a room, the delightful trace of your favorite person’s perfume or cologne, or the first comforting whiff of your grandmother’s apple pie, it just makes us smile.