When God moves us
It was 4:30 a.m. on Monday, May 2, 2005. I was awake for the day, a full half hour before my alarm went off. After turning over and wishing I could go back to sleep, I spied the book, Acts 29, on my night stand. It had been given to me on the previous day by a member of the congregation I served (Ron). He had accidentally purchased two copies. Now I always have a large stack of books waiting for me to read, and I had every intention of putting Acts 29 on that stack to read sometime. But that morning, the book just wouldn’t leave me alone. So I said, “Okay, God, I get it.” I ...