You can’t listen to the weather channel without hearing about September and hurricanes.
What if the church was talked about like hurricanes. What if the Body of Christ was a hurricane of love that swept through this country, this town, the world like a storm.
Not that it left damage in it’s path, but that the love of Jesus swept through and changed the surroundings so much that rather than damage, this love brought repentance and life.
Ahh, September, I’ll never look at you the same again.