These are our closest neighbours this week. We are in the beautiful, but very wet, Scottish Highlands. The scenery has been breath-taking and the company has been wonderful. However, we are all still a little bit jet-lagged and some things are more funny when you are tired. Have you ever had the experience of driving through a puddle and accidentally splashing someone on the sidewalk? Twice in the last twenty-four hours our dear little sheepie neighbours have been on the receiving end of my driving splashes. I have never seen a lamb look so offended.
We picture death as coming to destroy; let us rather picture Christ as coming to save. We think of death as ending; let us rather think of life as beginning, and that more abundantly. We think of losing; let us think of gaining. We think of parting; let us think of meeting. We think of going away; let us think of arriving. And as the voice of death whispers, "You must go from earth," Let us hear the voice of Christ saying, "You are but coming to me." Norman Macleod
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