I don’t understand quilters, gardening enthusiasts or salesmen. Making patchwork art, a necessity for colonial winters, doesn’t thrill my soul. Neither does pruning flowers in the sweltering heat of a swamp-like Florida. Forget sales as a career. I’m not wired that way.
Though I don’t understand the excitement about such things, I do understand why they do what they do. It’s something they love.
Read the rest of my article, Conferencing for Christ, at MTL Magazine!
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