God’s Mini-Me

When my Grandson was three-years-old he was full of life and vigour. Whenever he ran into the house or I walked into theirs, he would shout, “Granddad!” and charge towards me. He was my mini me, they would say. We walked the same. We have the same gestures always and he seem so excited shouts the good news “granddad!”

Paul commends the church at Thessalo…