Passing along the gift of faith
A young man waited at the end of the line after the prison service to ask if I knew his aunt. She is a pastor in our county, and I was happy to be able to say, “Yes, I do!” It speaks well of being part of the family of God, and I was also able to honor his respect for his aunt. As we talked, I could see that he physically resembled her, and apparently her faith lives in him, at least enough that he was in worship. Talking with the young man reminded me that I like the way the letter to Timothy begins. “I am reminded of your sincere faith, a faith that lived first in your ...