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CARRY EACH OTHER'S BURDENS
'CARRY EACH OTHER'S BURDENS...' GALATIANS 6:2
The Bible says we're a body with different parts doing different jobs. Instead of gazing at our own belly-buttons we should be looking at how we can help each other, just like the soldier in this story... 'I noticed a guy out of sync. A big, raw-boned redhead named Sanderson. His legs were pumping but he was out of step with the rest of us. His head began to loll from side to side. He was close to losing it. Without missing a step the ranger on Sanderson's right reached over and took his rifle.
Now one of the rangers was packing two weapons. The big redhead did better for a time. But then, while the platoon kept moving, his jaw became slack, his eyes glazed and his legs pushed like pistons. Soon his head began to sway again. This time the ranger on the left reached over, removed Sanderson's helmet, tucked it under his own arm and continued to run.
Our boots thudded along the dirt trail in heavy unison. Thud, thud, thud! But Sanderson was hurting ; really hurting. He was buckling, going down. But no, two soldiers behind him lifted the pack off his back, each taking a shoulder strap in his free hand. Sanderson gathered his remaining strength, squared his shoulders and the platoon continued to run; all the way to the finish line.' Whose load can you help to carry today?
written by Bob Gass
'CARRY EACH OTHER'S BURDENS...' GALATIANS 6:2
The Bible says we're a body with different parts doing different jobs. Instead of gazing at our own belly-buttons we should be looking at how we can help each other, just like the soldier in this story... 'I noticed a guy out of sync. A big, raw-boned redhead named Sanderson. His legs were pumping but he was out of step with the rest of us. His head began to loll from side to side. He was close to losing it. Without missing a step the ranger on Sanderson's right reached over and took his rifle.
Now one of the rangers was packing two weapons. The big redhead did better for a time. But then, while the platoon kept moving, his jaw became slack, his eyes glazed and his legs pushed like pistons. Soon his head began to sway again. This time the ranger on the left reached over, removed Sanderson's helmet, tucked it under his own arm and continued to run.
Our boots thudded along the dirt trail in heavy unison. Thud, thud, thud! But Sanderson was hurting ; really hurting. He was buckling, going down. But no, two soldiers behind him lifted the pack off his back, each taking a shoulder strap in his free hand. Sanderson gathered his remaining strength, squared his shoulders and the platoon continued to run; all the way to the finish line.' Whose load can you help to carry today?
written by Bob Gass