The God of love is the sand giving way under the pressure of Jesus’ finger as a new story unfolds moment by moment preventing the stoning of a woman caught in adultery. Not death predestined, but love’s power drawing a new picture in the sand. It is the golden strand of the silk bookmark marking the story of Moses as he stood with his toes in the sand before a burning bush hearing God say “I am that I am.”
Apartheid at 9pm
An experience that will forever be imprinted on my mind happened when I was nine years old in a small town called Rustenburg, 60 miles from Johannesburg in the Rep. of South Africa. I have fond memories of my growing-up … Read More