I will never forget a book which was included in the course of study of our children. It was entitled Martyrs of the Catacombs. Its author is unknown.
The conditions of persecution faced by the early Church are put into a fictitious account. A soldier of middling rank at Rome is assigned to follow the movements of the growing sect known as Christians. There are rumours that they gather for meetings of suspect purpose in the labyrinth of tunnels and caves that underlie the Ancient City.
In his first few wanderings he becomes lost easily and is only rescued by some of the Christians. He finds torch-lit gathering places adorned with the painted names and testimonies of many of the martyrs. He gets an opportunity to speak with one of the Elders. The man is very impressive in a peaceable sort of way, holding no ill will for the incensed Roman…
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I live in a suburban area that backs upon a freeway that passes around our City. The freeway is bordered by a sound-wall and on the residential side, bushes have been allowed to grow and a limited green space.
There have been a number of early mornings for me lately, and in the mist and semi-light I have seen many young rabbits. They “freeze” as I pass in my car. Probably reside and commune in those bushes during the heat of the day.
And the people and the holidaying kids and the dogs and the traffic go about their frenetic pace, oblivious to the fact that such little ones are “kept” ‘neath the bushes, and under the loving hand of God. Just as naturally and effortlessly as that early morning mist.
1 Peter 1: 3-5
3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant…
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“after the flood all the colors came out”-Bono