A Broken Forest
As we went deeper in, the thickness of the bamboo slowed any movement. Many parts were almost impassible. This was an outward display of my inner world.
As we went deeper in, the thickness of the bamboo slowed any movement. Many parts were almost impassible. This was an outward display of my inner world.
Two months ago I awoke early in the morning, reflecting on past and future of our farm ministry.
This has always struck me. Jesus weeping over the center of religious power. God in the flesh weighing the soul of a city, the city of the great temple – and declaring an end to the power. Because they did not recognize the time of visitation.
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