We can applaud Peter’s bravery to speak up and to get it right, but what happened to the rest of the disciples. You know, the ones who were reporting the statistics just one sentence before. Where are they?
Let my pain and affliction be glorifying for you, My drowning shows no value to me. Heart be slow, pulse be weak, knees ache, Sound in my ears is dim, noise is dark. Thy statutes lighten the mood, salve the wounds, That light is sweet on my tongue; I meditate on a bountiful word. BeContinue reading “Statutes #80”
The apple store didn’t look like an apple store any more. Somehow it had changed.
That ill-fated packet, carrying the fatal fire in her own hold, is a vivid picture of the moral condition of thousands of men and women.