What color are your mother’s eyes?

How well do you know those close to you?How in the world are we so distant that we don’t know basic things about each other? We live in the same house but miss each other’s heart. We attend the same church but miss each others charm. Are you impressed with a place where everyone knows your name? No. You want a space where someone knows you. Understands you. Cares about you. Is God’s Church really designed to be a place filled with thousands of people who know very little of one another? I am on a quest to put “local” back into church.

My mom’s eyes are hazel.

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