Some years ago my wife Wendy noticed that a lady was silently weeping at the back of the church during a service. When the service was over she went to talk to her, and as the lady dried her eyes she said “I’ve never come here before, but something made me come today. I’ve no idea what the sermon was about, and I didn’t know the songs people were singing. But as I looked at the flowers I began to think ‘Life is worth living after all. I’m ok now.’”
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