in a room alone but feel you’re not? Then, a little noise stops you in your mental tracks? Usually at peculiar times? I mean where you are, what you’re about to do. It just happened to me.

(started w/ a digression!)

For years, I’ve wanted to write some Bible stories in today’s world. As if it were another world, different? Mmm, it isn’t different. What is different from then to now is our response, doubts and distrust, and lack of openness

collectively & individually

How we believe anything but shun truth. Well, perhaps not; that happened then, too, throughout recorded life. Is there a continuum here?