So, pilgrim, what is your response to Christ? that is a hard question to answer, isn’t it something to ponder, to lament, in answering I turned my back, I walked away, I denied Him for most of my life, though I knew He was there I wanted my needs, my desires, my wants met immediately, to be given by the world’s standards what I needed was simple faith, of the woman with hemorrhages, the widow who gave her two coins, all she had, the foreigners, who believed when the chosen did not To turn my life over to him, to walk where I am sent, to believe enough, to trust Walking today, in a new life I didn’t imagine, blessed in so many ways thankful every day for the gifts heaped upon me means of grace all around me to share the words He gives me, this is my response