There’s a tiny little story in the Gospel of Luke that has been blown into epic proportions. It goes like…
I was four years old, and crayons were one of the best parts of living. The smell of a fresh…
There’s a tiny little story in the Gospel of Luke that has been blown into epic proportions. It goes like…
I was four years old, and crayons were one of the best parts of living. The smell of a fresh…