The following letter was written to a friend of mine who is an unbeliever. In the end her unbelief came between our friendship. I have had many friends over the years that did not believe in Jesus or had differences of opinion about God, and we were still able to remain friends, but this time it was different. She was so adamantly against Christianity that I was not able to be myself around her for fear of offending her. Yet she offended me each time she denied Jesus as God, and her claim that the Bible is a Fairy Tale felt like a punch in the stomach.
Therefore, everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock.
All men are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field. The grass withers and the flowers fall [fade] because