This was one of the most difficult sermons for me to preach. Perhaps not so much because of the content, but the angst of the preceding moments. During the week…

This was one of the most difficult sermons for me to preach. Perhaps not so much because of the content, but the angst of the preceding moments. During the week…
A forsaken man. Without a country. Without a hope. His soul in turmoil, like the hot winds and raging sands that lash him with the fury of a taskmaster’s whip.…
This is a throw back….posted 3 years ago on an old blog I had. I was really feeling it yesterday. Enjoy. Sunday, April 08, 2007 Learning to Fly Category: Writing…