Cold
Matthew 24:12 [At the end of the age]… the love of many will grow cold. On Monday my son Josh and I sat together in the woods of Northern Pennsylvania hunting about a 1/2 mile south of the New York state border. It was early morning, dark and cold well before the sun was up. Wind gusts were driving a fine powdered snow in our faces. The sleety flakes were rushing down out of the sky and bouncing off our…