I drove to church Sunday on pavement edged with frozen snowbanks. This verse came to mind.
Matthew 24:12 (NIV)
Because of the increase of wickedness,
the love of most will grow cold.
Reading the news is like walking a path wedged between banks of frozen-hearted folks faced off against each other.
Good morning, Lord. I wear a fluffy jacket, comfy hat and fuzzy gloves to keep my body warm. But You, O God, are the one who warms my heart. Don’t let the world’s wickedness chill my soul. Teach me to love the way You do.
