Light Through Stained Glass

The week had been a long one, a week filled with problems large and small. Saturday, my usual day off, was filled with both a funeral and a wedding. As a pastor, I looked forward with delight to a day of rest so that I could be at my best on Sunday morning; but this was not to be. Not that I would be another Spurgeon, Graham, or Dunham if I had enough rest; but I could at least offer my sermon with clarity, drive, and care. Perhaps I was feeling a bit sorry for myself as the week ended. Alas, I have rather large clay feet.