I remember my student pastor’s words, “No one is too broken for the Carpenter of Nazareth to fix.”
Just before he died, Joe wrote these words:
I think people are like trees. Some of us will flame brilliantly like sugar maples as we approach death. We will look forward to the promises of God and surrender our lives into his care. But others will wither and cling to the dying ashes of this life. Their self-centered lifestyles will deform them, making them like a twisted oak clutching its dead leaves. I wonder what your autumn will hold?
Read it for yourself.