Each
morning I am born again
From
the womb of sleep and bed
Hoping
for a glimpse of Christ
But
afraid it might happen
That
Christ might actually appear
Not
in the flesh, incarnate
Even
though I know well that
Christ
encounters us in the flesh
Of
every living creature
But
in the Spirit, in my own soul
Worn
down so far I can no longer
Run
and hide
John
Robert McFarland
“Doubt
is the skeleton in the church’s closet.” Philip Yancy
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