For the message, Mike read Matthew 5:43-46 and told a story about a Baker, a Printer and a Quaker who decided to wait by the fireplace for Saint Nicholas to appear. The saint arrived with gifts for each of them: The Printer received ink, the Baker received flour and butter, and the Quaker received conflict. Why *don’t* we see conflict as a gift? If who you are in conflict is who you are, who do you want to be?
