If we are ever to walk in Glory’s Light, we must embrace heaven’s flame and allow the refining fire to burn away all the dross of the flesh. 344 more words
Allow me to share with you a brief story told by W. Somerset Maugham. The speaker is Death.
There was a merchant in Baghdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, “Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd, and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. 318 more words