I wandered hallways of luxurious buildings with fancy furniture and expensive artwork. My friend had no money and she was far from living a life of luxury. Yet here we were to find her medical help. Going from one building to another, I felt sorrow in my soul for how we’d corrupted ourselves to make money off of the sick and dying. More sorrow filled my heart for how we’d learned to accept that this was all we could have.
What a lie…..Jesus doesn’t charge a fee for healing!