Black. We can’t see anything, it’s black. We don’t feel anything, it’s black. Barren. Empty. Remote. Dark. Lonesome. Excluded. Cold. Fragmented. Colorless. Black is black is black is black. There’s…

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The Last Third

About 15 years ago I went to hear Billy Graham speak at the crusade he was holding in Columbus, Ohio. The very first thing he said in the pulpit was,…

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