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.
Living while containing Covid is a paradox. What's the good path?
Racism is neither good nor equitable. An exploration.
What motivates you and me? Is it the lofty goals of Aristotle and Pascal? Perhaps not.