It's days like this that make it all worth while -- the buckets are piled high for the preacher's Bible -- the men are standing against the wall, watching a brother be baptized in a horse trough loaned by the local Southern States store. There is an electricity in the air you don't feel at church on Sunday mornings. Satan knows when these brothers go down and are resurrected that they are his worst nightmare. Nothing compares to this when you are working for God -- to see his children come to light, out of the darkness, the real stuff and not that made up feeling you are trying to conjure from your comfy pew seat. Lord, forgive us for being so comfortable!
It's days like this that make it all worth while -- the buckets are piled high for the preacher's Bible -- the men are standing against the wall, watching a brother be baptized in a horse trough loaned by the local Southern States store. There is an electricity in the air you don't feel at church on Sunday mornings. Satan knows when these brothers go down and are resurrected that they are his worst nightmare. Nothing compares to this when you are working for God -- to see his children come to light, out of the darkness, the real stuff and not that made up feeling you are trying to conjure from your comfy pew seat. Lord, forgive us for being so comfortable!
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