Jotting “DO” on my napkin and five circles with an arrow through them, “We jump through hoops, Muhammad, straining to do enough good to earn God‟s blessing. And the bad news — we trip, no one makes it.”
“But the good news is spelled „DONE‟.” I drew a cross. “Look what God has done for us! He picked up the bill
— His gift for us.”
For a child has been born—for us! the gift of a son—for us! Isaiah 9:6 The Message
Licking up the last of the meat juices with my pita bread, I pulled out some Lebanese bills.
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