I had a dream last night. I parked my Kia Soul outside a store, left it running, went inside to do business, and went outside again to find it gone. It was stolen. I dreaded my Soul was gone. Someone stole my Soul! I woke up and remembered that I now have a Chrysler – my Soul was T-boned and is now scrapped for parts. <sigh>
This month’s Bible study at my church is on the soul. Do we have one? Why or why not? What is it? Where is it? Where does it come from? Etc., etc.
I remember a story from long ago. Two people were talking. One person said to the other, “I sold my soul to the devil. Now I regret it.” The other person said, “No, you didn’t. It wasn’t yours to sell.”