“Don't ask me to explain to you how one could start again or hardened hearts could soften like a child.
Don't ask me how to reason out the mysteries of life or how to face it's problems with a smile.
Go ask the man who's found the way through tangled roads back home to stay when all communications were destroyed.
Go ask the child who's walking now who once was crippled and then somehow her useless legs were made to jump for joy.
Go ask the one who's burned out mind has been restored I think you'll find the questions not important as before.
Don't ask me if He's good or bad, I only know the guilt I had is gone and I can't tell you any more.
And don't ask me how to prove to you why I know God is there, or how I know that He would care for you.
And don't ask me why someone so great would chose to walk with me and trade my broken life for one that's new.
Go ask the child whose got a dad to love away the hurt he had before this man called Jesus touched their lives.
Go ask the one whose fears have fled whose churning heart was quieted when someone whispered peace to all her strife.
Go ask the man to tell you more whose life was just a raging war in spite of self until the Savior came.
I don't pretend to be so wise, I only know He touched my eyes and nothing else will ever be the same.” — Gloria Gaither
Ideas for this unprofitable blog are taken from The Sermon Notebook—Biblical resources for preachers and teachers of the word of God. They allow these sermons to be used as the Lord leads but not for profit without their permission.
