To Tarshish Or Damascus?

The sun beat hot and harsh on his shawled head- but it didn’t burn as hot as the zeal in his heart. Through the shimmering waves of the desert heat, the way ahead of him twisted and turned along with the contours of the land: he couldn’t see its end with his reddened eyes, but... Continue Reading →

Straight

There’s a story about a boy who was given an assignment by his father to paint the line markings of an amateur football field. This boy’s dad recommended he used an instrument to help him ensure he painted on straight lines. But the boy thought he could do without it: how hard could going straight... Continue Reading →

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