It was Pompeii.
AD 79.
As the story goes, the Roman sentry heard, saw, and smelled all of life crumbling around him. Vesuvius had erupted.
Yet he hadn’t been dismissed from his post.
So he stood.
Just stood.
Should we do any less?
There’s only one way...
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I’m writing at Do Not Depart today.
We’re discussing Faithfulness in our study of the Fruit of the Spirit.
