Ten years ago I was sitting with John Johnson planning worship for my third Sunday with Covington Christian. Within 30 minutes we had relocated to his living room, glued to the television. When the cloud of dust and debris came spilling down the street, it seemed surreal.
Today, on this Sunday, I am reminded not only of the cross but also the resurrection. Death is not the final word. Hope transcends. Hope lives.
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