The rotten trunk of a m ighty tree uprooted by a storm brings memories of pleasant days beneath its spacious, shady limbs. Now devoid o f life-giving sap, it lies lifeless, powerless. Like the tree, many a Christian with no roots reaching downward into the ground endures only until tribulation or persecution scorch him with heat, and his testimony dies.
Into this can once went gallons of milk to nourish little babies until they could start eating meat. Now the weeds envelope its battered frame, and the babies are forgotten. Babes in Christ are often under nourished because the Christians who should be the channel to provide them with the milk of the Word have become warped and weary.
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