I am not Superman. Batman maybe, but not Superman.
I get in from the road most Saturday nights around 3 or 4 a.m. Amazing how good this old army cot feels Sunday mornings! Oh, how this body-slammed, elbowed in the mouth, book selling body wants to stay in bed. But, I ALWAYS get the biggest blessing from my wonderful church!
Thank you Pastor Jessie. What a great job this morning.
"WHY DON'T WE JUST CLAIM JESUS, IN THE NAME OF JESUS!? ''
Batman sure glad he went!
