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A Cold Drink: Stopping for the One

As I drove past the gas station in a nearby small town, I saw a young woman sitting on a parking bumper. She was Black. No sooner had I seen her, than I sensed Holy Spirit directing me to turnaround.

Mark’s Gospel: Peter

The raucous sound of the bird and the sounds of torture a few feet away were all drowned in Peter’s hearing by the memory of the sad words of Jesus.