08.21.2019 - By Max Lucado
Tucked away in the cedar chest of my memory is a Sunday school teacher in a small West Texas church. She gave each of us a can of crayons and a sketch of Jesus torn from a coloring book. We didn’t illustrate pictures of ourselves, we colored the Son of God. We used what she gave us. No blue crayon for the sky? Make it purple. If Jesus’ hair is red, the teacher won’t mind. She taught us to paint Jesus with our own colors. God made you to do likewise. He made you unique so you could illustrate Christ. … Listen Now