people who have allowed me to enter the inner chamber of their hearts because they have been able to recognize Jesus hidden in me. And I shake my head in grateful surprise at the miracle of his grace at work in my ministry. Then I return to the motel, pack my bag, and go on to the next place. Along the highway I meet others who are companions for a time, since we are going in the same direction. When one of us takes an exit, without a word or a wave of farewell, we part company, never to see one another again. It is not a cause for grief or self-pity, but simply the nature of the itinerant
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