Linda knew her friend Gail had developed a green thumb, and she wanted to see the flower garden that Gail had grown. So Gail invited her over for a visit. “You need to plan to spend the afternoon and evening here though,” Gail said without explaining why.
For this week’s parable, I point you to the Parable of the Construction Foreman. I wrote it with an eye on the miracle of the original Easter Sunday. I’ll discuss the interpretation of the parable below and share my testimony, but I invite you to go back and read the parable before continuing with this post.
Riona lived in a town high in the mountains, far from any major city—but drug traffickers found their way even there. Curious and adventurous, Riona experimented and then became addicted. She stole money from family members to feed her growing compulsions. From there, she committed more and more serious crimes.
By David Armstrong
Jackson enjoyed the warm sun and the brilliant blue sky above the snow-capped peaks of the Uinta mountains. The early spring air carried the scent of a million wildflowers and budding trees.
His hiking buddies continued up the trail as Jackson stopped to examine a tiny purple flower growing next to the trail. A honey bee nudged its way into the open petals as it searched for nectar. Either full or frustrated, the bee eventually backed out of the flower and flew away.
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