Erstwhile Okie on Saint Mark's Place. Frustrated novelist, satisfied father.
Jesus I know, and Paul I know; but who are ye?
Erstwhile Okie on Saint Mark's Place. Frustrated novelist, satisfied father.
Jesus I know, and Paul I know; but who are ye?
It's been a mad rush since Christmas Eve, so this is quite belated, and many clever-er men than me have made the observation better than I can, but it really struck me at the candlelight service, in this grand ornate sanctuary on Broadway, wealthy and homeless alike singing praises to a savior born two millennia ago to peasants.