TWO THOUSAND YEARS ago a little, old man sat in a cold prison cell writing on a piece of parchment...
The government which imprisoned him was one of the most powerful the world has ever known. It ruled from India to Spain and from the Sahara desert to distant Britain. The prison house was made of stone and built to last forever. One day the dungeon was opened, the apostle Paul was taken up, led out the Appian way a short distance from Rome and his head was severed from his body. His spirit, released from this prison house of the flesh, went home to be with the Lord whom he loved and served. That government has already passed into history. That prison house has crumbled back to dust. The name of the executioner is forgotten. The body of Paul has long since returned to dust. But the words Paul wrote on that parchment have been alive through almost two millennia. They have brought comfort, hope and inspiration to untold millions of earth inhabitants (George DeHoff).
KneEmail: "Heaven and earth will pass away, but My words will by no means pass away" (Matt. 24:35).