Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
This phrase came to me in the Silent Weekend, as I waited for God to send me some ephananies. Then I felt bad for expecting anything. Rather, I hoped for the wisps of wisdom. And God send some to me. I am still humbled by the gifts I received.
Black History Month inspired my thoughts in new ways that I am going to pursue a while before writing about.
I've been on a whirlwind treadmill lately, scampering quite quickly. I hope I can slow down this weekend and work on learning nugguts of knowledge that lead to morsels of truth, and I hope, more wisps of wisdom.
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