Where do you try to quench your thirst?
We're all looking for something. We found it in a mud-brick house in the slums of a Central Asian capital.
A hungry beggar looked and asked, "Might he to one so mean impart / Such life and with it hope endow?"
We'd like to hear a piece of your story, and we'd like to share it with others who'd like to hear it, too. So we're calling for your submissions.
"As hatchlings dread the truth that they must fledge, / So trembled the small boy back from the ledge." But then his father spoke.
The people of God are largely a forgotten people. And theirs are the names that are engraved on the palm of the Creator God of the universe, names that will remain forever, forgotten in this life perhaps, but not for a second forgotten by the One who brought them into being and sustains their every breath and will hold them in his omnipotent arms forever.