Like sugar is to red ants, so are end time predictions to some Christians.
I miss West Texas days. The year my wife and I lived there, most mornings were the same—clear blue skies. No surprises. It was perfect
Talking about sin doesn’t have to involve finger-pointing, or accusations.
Consider your awesome placement in history.
I hope you don’t mind a little break from my customary writing. I’ve tried to establish Bareknuckle as a dead serious brand of commentary, free
Loaded words and topics are definitely worth sorting through.