… the stench …

The stench of a homeless guy – yet it is the sweetest aroma he had ever smelled when it was collided with the power of the love of Jesus Christ, that I am asked to love him with the love of Jesus I received when I was still a sinner.

What will be the stench I am going to hug and hold?  The stench of tragedy the Cambodian children are having now – it takes me to the 6th day!

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