Historical Setting, cold unknown Today, I’m walking alone, or I would be, except for my persistent trust that God is with me. It’s like the air of breath that seems always everywhere, yet invisible, like water for sea creatures. Air allows me to live as I do, a mortal, tangible creature of earth. AirContinue reading “#62.12, Thursday, Nov. 28, 2024”
Through eyes of Jesus' fictional BFF wander the Great Emergences of History
Lazarus Ink 