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My wife and I took our grandson to the San Antonio zoo on Monday. We saw elephants, tigers, and monkeys. But everywhere we turned, one animal dogged our heels. Un-caged, in full roar mode, was the beast named “Should.”
Every day on the job as the Public Relations manager for Jesus would have been part comedy, part nightmare. The man was born without a political bone in his body.
There was a certain rich man who was decked out in the finest clothing. Every day was a feast. His closest friends gathered round about him, delighting in his company, and he in theirs. This rich man led the best of lives, had the best things in this world. He was a blessed man. And this rich man’s name was Lazarus.
If you visited the 1st century Jewish temple, and were more of a free spirit who blew off boundaries, there's a good chance you'd wind up in the Jerusalem morgue.
It is appointed for men to die once and after this comes judgment. Every birthday is one day closer to deathday. The candles are finally blown out by your final breath. It is the point of no return.