
So, if you want to find me on Monday, I'm in the corner with Thomas and the crying child with the empty Easter basket.
Culture Crossings l where culture+justice+church intersect
It is a difficult thing to see a place laid to waste. Where there was once life and laughter and activity, now there is nothing but a hollow chasm and the whistle of the wind chills the bones and the soul. It is a desolate thing, this place that once held such promise, but now [...]