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The third thing my father taught me was to be resilient—where there is a will there is a way. As I remember it the night was dark and cold. My father and I were alone amongst the skeletons of abandoned machinery. All I saw were ugly hulks of rusting junk—old trucks, broken down combines and other farm equipment. My father saw scrap metal. Scrap metal that could be turned into money. Our church building was in desperate need of remodeling and funds were short. The folks had no cash, but my father was resilient. Night after night he wielded the cutting torch and I drug the pieces of scrap metal toward the pickup. Later Dad sold it and gave the money to the church building fund.
“And as for you, brothers and sisters, never tire of doing what is good.”
— 2 Thessalonians 3:13 (NIV)
Lord help us to be resilient in all we do. Amen.