The most important thing about me isn't about me at all. It's about God.
Though He is perfectly holy, and I had no hopes of being so, He loved me (and you!).
There had to be punishment for sin – justice had to be satisfied.
So God sent His own Son, Jesus Christ, who lived a sinless life Himself, and died to pay the penalty for sin.
Because of that sacrifice, I can be right with God.
And so can you … and so can anyone who will cease trusting in their own goodness -- but rather acknowledge that they have none, and trust in Jesus Christ’s sacrifice instead.
The less interesting things about me are:
I am the office manager for the church I attend and also have a small business re-binding books & Bibles.
I’m in the process of overcoming the horror of school gym classes, and learning to think of exercise as a “good thing” rather than an exercise in public humiliation.
I love being outdoors, particularly when Michigan allows a person to be outside without the danger of frostbite. (that would be “July”)
Yesterday confirmed my suspicion that I enjoy repairing books far more than binding them. Binding is fun ... but repair is WAY cooler. I love being able to see something put back together and useful again.
I started with my volume of William Cowper's poetry. The text block, covers and spine were all separated.
I learned how to use Japanese paper to put it all back together again.
3 comments:
It must be an acquired taste.
Hmmm ... I think it may just be a natural bent that some have and others don't ... kind of like nursing. :)
Ha ha, good point!
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