27 Tuesday Jun 2017
Posted in Travel
We continued our journey through the courtyard.
Another time, another place, you’d think you were in a public park space with picnic tables. But, this wasn’t another place. This was inside the prison walls.
And in case you didn’t remember it, here’s what those sitting at the picnic tables would look at:
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
Claiming spiritual progress not spiritual perfection...
"An encounter with Jesus changes lives - your's and mine included."
The power of coming into agreement with God's Word and will
Go To The Place of Shame, Pain, and Despair and Bear the Image of God There
Re-connect your thoughts and actions with your deepest values and purpose, and engender the same in others
The weaving of words from a Christian husband, father, pastor, professor, and author
Thoughts and images for reflection and inspiration
Imagining what I would say to my congregation each week if I were a pastor or priest
Explore. Unlearn. Have fun.
Looks grim
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Yeah, the whole place is grim. They actually do a special Halloween tour. Imagine how creepy that is.
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