“I lift up my eyes to the hills from where is my help to come...” Psalm 121 For flatlanders the hills have always been holy places of mystery. There is a pantheon of famous peaks hosting a panoply … [Read more...]
surfing the reformation on a wave of religion-less Christianity
“I lift up my eyes to the hills from where is my help to come...” Psalm 121 For flatlanders the hills have always been holy places of mystery. There is a pantheon of famous peaks hosting a panoply … [Read more...]