I've seen a lot of doors. Behind every door there is a story. I like to look at the doors and think of the person that might be inside. Are they happy? Are they artistic or love sports? Do they have a family? I think of what they need to hear from me. As we approached this door there was a big beautiful wreath. It was impressive. Someone put some genuine love into this wreath. It had ribbons, bows, and it was evenly fluffed.
A man answered the door. We excitedly told him that we loved his wreath. "That's good, because I made it, and my wife hates it," he chuckled. We invited him to hear our message, we promised him that His faith in Jesus Christ would grow. He didn't accept our message, but it was the nicest "no" I'd ever gotten in my life. He expressed thanks for coming anyway. His kindness touched me. I thought about the wreath and how he put a lot of love into. It was a reflection of the kind of person he was.
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