A World of Misery at My Very Door: A Story
Today I want to tell a story. It’s not my story, though I do make a couple of brief appearances along the way. It’s actually a story about a church, and if it’s a story about a church, it must first be a story about Jesus. After all, every church is his church. To tell the story right, we need to begin in 2004 and turn our attention to a young lady named Sarah. Sarah loves Jesus and she loves …