The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.
Sometimes God’s ways are not our ways. He may do something that seems unclear or even contradictory. We have to trust Him even when we don’t understand Him.
So I went, and one of the funniest film moments I’ve ever had was when they introduced the New York film critics. They all stood up – motley isn’t the word for that group.
