But Peter rose and ran to the tomb; stopping and looking in, he saw the linen cloths by themselves; and he went home wondering at what had happened.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Infrared
It's HOT here.
There is no A/C in this crowded old church, packed on a hot summer night with proud dads, and melting mamas fanning paper programs. The lonely sound of a violin stirs the heavy air.
2 comments:
It must have been hot....or Merrill was very nervous!
Both ;)
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