Jesus said,
“Truly I tell you, there is no one who has left house or brothers or sisters or mother or father or children or fields, for my sake and for the sake of the good news, who will not receive a hundredfold now in this age—houses, brothers and sisters, mothers and children, and fields, with persecutions—and in the age to come eternal life.”
I just wonder how very many memoirs could be written in response to this one sentence, giving flesh, names, connections, narratives, and meaning to these words? Over time, how many stories and connections have been created — many of them, totally unexpected gifts?
Smuggling Grace 