Noël Staples reflects on a precious gift
Recently I ministered about how my sense of the presence seemed that morning to delight in itself and how I shared in that delight. It isn’t always thus. Sometimes I seem to sense pain, sometimes joy or the utter, utter peace of which Thomas Kelly speaks. Sometimes the sense of presence is so overwhelming I just weep helplessly. The sense of presence is subjective, of course, but as so many people down the ages record similar experiences I must give some credence to mine. This sense of presence grew imperceptibly over the years to occupy a central position in my life – not so unusual, of course.
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