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On Sunday Mornings

On Sunday mornings just what does the world do? Such a large population off from work, services and breakfast complete and greeted by the day bright, clear and sunny? We set our sights on shopping, off to the mall or hurrying to ball games, some preset enterprise well planned earlier in the week. Even Sunday services seem hurried, people barely able to contain distraction from an hour set aside for prayer. Some come late, some leave early, some check their phones for messages or calls while others whisper conversations and plans for the day. God above must indeed be saddened with the one hour compromised by so many things more important than prayer and reflection of the mind and soul. So many Sunday mornings come and go with little focus from the daily race.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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