It is a sad day to see the Porch close, even if I don't visit very often anymore. It is like driving through my mom's hometown and seeing a vacant lot where my grandparent's house used to stand. Haven't been in the house since high school, but always knew it was there. The memories are not quite the same sitting in front of an empty lot, but they are still sweet memories. My mom was born in that house, and as a child, I remember playing with random kids whose families had business at the funeral parlor next door. Guess it was a kind of ministry, but I never thought of it as such. We were just kids with a new friend for the day.
This thread has been a life line for me during some tough times, as expressed by others. I feel as if some of my best friends are people that I met on this porch, most of which I have never met in person. I love you all very much.
"We are not sinners because we sin, we sin because we are sinners."You have wearied the LORD with your words.
“How have we wearied him?” you ask.
By saying, “All who do evil are good in the eyes of the LORD, and he is pleased with them” or “Where is the God of justice?”