This poor chair. Forgotten out in the weather of Ontario. Dried out, cracked, and broken. A flicker of hope: It's owner sees it. O happy day! The next moments reveal a dark truth: It has no value to it's owner. Roughly handled, it's thrown into the truck and taken to the flea market. At the market it sits in the hot September sun, naked, with all it's flaws laid out. It's not a thing of beauty. It's ugly in all its brokeness. Who will want it? We love because he first loved us.
1John 4:19
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