Contributed by Edward Nutter on Apr 13, 2005
O my Father, if this cup may not pass away from me, except I drink it, Thy will be done.
At the last Midnight Oil meeting, we watched Rob Bell as he spoke about a trip he took around the lake with his son. As they walked around the lake, a storm came up, and it started raining and storming. His son started screaming, so he started trying to comfort him. "It’s alright, buddy..."