Last winter, on a sunny day when a cold wet snow blanketed the ground and tree limbs were naked, I sat by the lake with Rabia and wondered if the rolling white fields I was seeing across the lake … [Read more...]
surfing the reformation on a wave of religion-less Christianity
Last winter, on a sunny day when a cold wet snow blanketed the ground and tree limbs were naked, I sat by the lake with Rabia and wondered if the rolling white fields I was seeing across the lake … [Read more...]