Its been a while now. We've nearly weathered the cold and frostbitten season of awkward newness, slogging headstrong through the gales of doors frozen shut, schedules busier than elves on Christmas Eve, and grumpy, hibernating neighbors. Its not just the cracks in the windows and draft through the door that left them bitter, but the enabling burden of stereotype, heaping hardships, and the occasional disability check. But though those same rifts we will shout our introductions of grace, truth, hope, and love. (If you've ever been door knocking, you might understand the humor here)
Now we stretch toward spring, a new season of life and love, green and growth. Prayers become ever fervent and ideas sprout like we hope our community garden will, both socially and physically.
A new season hangs on the horizon. Lingering. Beckoning. Pray with us for new life.
Yep, I've had the door slammed in my face more than once. It is the jw's and mormons that have ruined the door knocking experience. However I must add one soul lead to salvation (FRCB) is worth the humiliation. I owe my own introduction to serious Bible study to a devoted door knocker.
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