Here’s another excerpt from my notebook, this one from December 6, 2006. It was Wednesday and I was on my way through Milan, NM, having a meal at the Kiva Cafe.

“My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.” (John 10:27 MKJV)

A man walked up to the restaurant with a tee shirt on which was a rodeo rider and his horse. Beneath the drawing it said, “No Scars, No Stories.”

Isn’t that true of our walk with Jesus. Look at Paul, and his many stories, his letters. He had many scars.

We are a people of stories. Some people have only one story: it’s a whining story of complaint. Others say few words, but when they do, their hearts are shared through their words. They have real scars. They’ve had real experiences with the Master, and they seek not themselves, but only to encourage or assist another. These are the saints.

Lord Bless, Keep, Shine. . .