>> Saturday, May 5, 2012
I couldn’t shake the word out of my head … chaff … planted
there at the Good Friday service. That evening, around the edge of the
auditorium had been eight stations designed to help you contemplate your life.
It had been a very simple spot against the wall … a table with some fans
sitting on it … fans to signify blowing away the chaff in your life. Some
written words helped direct your thinking.