Two directions confront our daily existence. Always diametrically opposed. One shouts insidiously, the other whispers hope. One gets off the dead end by reversing the depths into the heights of Christ’s Cross.
Two directions confront our daily existence. Always diametrically opposed. One shouts insidiously, the other whispers hope. One gets off the dead end by reversing the depths into the heights of Christ’s Cross.
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