Perhaps, like Gideon, we fleece the Lord, looking for it to be wet one day and dry on another day. The fleece I find is afire but is not consumed. Will no one else turn aside and look at this great sight?
The Fleece of Steven

Perhaps, like Gideon, we fleece the Lord, looking for it to be wet one day and dry on another day. The fleece I find is afire but is not consumed. Will no one else turn aside and look at this great sight?
Conveying history in context.
Is our society falling into bits? Perhaps.