2 Timothy 3:14-4:2; Lk. 18:1-8

Tonight as I moved through the alleys there were people of all colors sleeping, and trying to sleep, young and old; I thought of the Timothy’s text: I preach the Word in season and out of season; I feed, Iisten, I care–whether I feel like it or not; and it is often their persistence that forces me to when I really would rather just not talk–but that is my call and I am thankful each day to have another day to preach the Word, whether it is in season or out of season;  Deo Gratias! Thanks be to God! 

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