Moving from Pentecost to Gethsemane

Moving from Pentecost to Gethsemane (Slow down enough to hear what God has to say.) (April 1980) – Even my wife (especially my wife) knew I was going to fast. Like a speeding train I whistled through grade crossings, roared over trestles just moments before then collapsed (thanking God I had made it just in time — never thinking it might have been my excess speed which caused the thing to fall down), and speed by passenger stations, too busy to even wave at the friendly folk gathered by the track, much less have time to stop and pick them up…

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