Years ago when we lived in Springfield, Missouri I would turn on the radio and this voice would say, “It’s a beautiful day in the Ozarks!”
I just returned from a walk. The sun is shining and the temperature is 75 degrees. So let me say it, “It’s a beautiful day in the Northland!”
Yesterday the doctor told me to set a date and resume “preaching” indeed, “It’s a beautiful day in the Northland!”
On April 24th & 25th I will be back in the pulpit, that day, “It will be a beautiful day at Antioch!”
Blessings,
Harry
