It’s one thing to gaze sanctimoniously over a church hymnal and speak about the reality of God, but its entirely another thing to look at pictures of flat bed trucks piled high with the mud caked, silent, naked bodies of children, and ask the question.
Continue reading...Tweet Pin It I guess I always knew I wanted to do it. Those days I was cooped up between the three cubicle walls, looking nervously at the clock, not sure of something. I felt it again when I would break away from the AC’d environment, and inhale a mountain of the Florida sun washed [...]
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